The sound of the storm after failed windows hide the noise of the assault. So mom ran downstairs to check the damage. And there were still trembling on the table, lying lilac, glass vase shattered into countless pieces, and the water crying on the carpet, drop drop.
Standing beside the table, the naughty boy, pretending to be surprised at the sight.
it took no questions, only inquisitive eyes that are all mothers.
Then the small magnifying glass picked up his browser / collector of stamps and imposts detective voice broke the silence:
- is a fascinating mystery.
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