The sand is cooking to make bricks for my house, in the future when i grow up, i will have a house of my own, and the man at the door is my fathers friend.
Here is the sunglasses, he says!
But this is cooked out of sand and roasted with a burner, says my father.
Yes!, says the man at the door.
I run to my father with curiosity and look at the sunglasses, and the crystal sunglasses have taken me to the beach again.
Here is the sunglasses, he says!
But this is cooked out of sand and roasted with a burner, says my father.
Yes!, says the man at the door.
I run to my father with curiosity and look at the sunglasses, and the crystal sunglasses have taken me to the beach again.
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