I Cook With Wine Sometimes I Even Add It To The Food Poster

But I don’t need to know better than my sister who is really my teacher’s child or anyone else’s, seeing my grandmother inadvertently, I snatched the whole package of cakes and sweets, ran out into the street… And once, Under the cypress tree, in front of a kitchen made of broken bricks and burned with dried juniper branches and yellow leaves, I was carried in the lap of a woman who still measures rice and borrows money from my mother. Before, I was busy playing with a small cat swaddling around at my feet, so I didn’t pay attention to the woman’s conversation with another woman, older, white bib, blue belt, who is also an only wife. the warden in a green loincloth, and his eyes were sharp as well. When the cat was grabbed by my tail too tightly, squeaked, scratched me, and ran away, I started to pay attention. The woman hugging me grinned. The other person was even more talkative.