Song for the mute.

Till the end of the year I will leave in my parents house. It's a hard task! But it's a good opportunity to observe as well. Guests have just left our house. What I think is that my parents need a grandchild. They can't stop talking about my dog as if it was a very talented and interesting kid.


Song for the mute, Paper Hands.

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