Tonight, my daughter casually mentions that she is ... in love. She will be half red, very embarrassed smiles and plays it down immediately. The boy, in which it is "crush" according to its own specifications is also a Dreikäsehoch like them. I asked her how feel for it, this be a crush. Think short, then: it felt to easy. Whether because they've already given him a kiss, I will, as curious as I am now even know yet. No, it comes like a shot, certainly not, "it was gruusig" (Swiss German for: disgusting). Aha, I say it, and he knows something because of his good luck? No, certainly not, then she says, or he would tell all yes. And anyway, he was indeed in love with her. Oh, I mean it. And before I speak further, she calls out to me that they now but has yet to do their homework. First, the work before pleasure, it is true, I wanted to say just yet, but I just smile to myself and turn the washing of the pan to.
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