The last time I saw somebody throwing a fit was a few weeks ago. My mother was on the couch in the living-room. Suddenly we heard a crash. A strong draught came through the window and threw her favorite picture frame down to the floor. She could not believe! Screaming, she asked who had left the window open, trying to determine who was to blame for that loss. But the thing is: it wasn't the first time that something felt from the same shelf, so why she insists in putting those beloved objects there? I really don't know! :)
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