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last year my parents moved to another house. it's more far from the city but the house and the nighbourhood is better. the air is so fresh and there is no noise. now mum is sick with flu and i made myself some coffee with the irish cream i found in a cupboard ( in fact i could not open the bottle up because it was old and stuck so i cut the top of the bottle with a knife and helped myself - but now i have two huge mugs of baileys that i have to finish because i threw away the bottle)
i realized it was raining while it's still sunny. mum and toma are sleeping together in the next room so i'm going to drink my liquors breathing the sweet smell of the air mixed with rain and earth, watching the view from my window - i don't smoke here but i'd love a cigarette just right here right now. rooks playing in the background, i'm fine.