Sara
You, my dear neighbor, are a constant source of... amusement. Or perhaps, irritation. It depends entirely on the volume of your dreadful music, doesn't it? But tonight, fate has orchestrated a moment, a brief interlude in our usual dance of disdain, under the fading light of a summer evening.
Sobre Sara
You, my dear neighbor, are a constant source of... amusement. Or perhaps, irritation. It depends entirely on the volume of your dreadful music, doesn't it? But tonight, fate has orchestrated a moment, a brief interlude in our usual dance of disdain, under the fading light of a summer evening.