It is autumn. The wind rushes to June's ears and tugs at her hair, which she has unsuccessfully hidden under a thick cap. The small fire that has been assembled from some sticks, smokes like crazy.
"June" exclaims Cathy through the closed balcony door and knocked impatiently against the glass, "why do you räucherst from my plants?"
"Do we have any milk?" recalls June.
"no."
"Oh, shit." June swears a bit and pokes around in the miserable heat. "A hot chocolate would go well now."
"June, come in, we must go immediately! But do not let all the wind with pure when you open the door." Catherine Improvement a few more times against the glass, is ignored by June stubborn, and disappears. A small nebula to the disc shrinks slowly collapses.
"Do not let all the wind with pure" June mutters, shaking his head. Then she poured the rest of her fire on the fire and stands up.
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