L'ecole on la trouve laide et bien vielle. The school, we find it ugly and so old. Each one says, 'How I have grown,' but we are still young. I just took the staples out of this notebook to liberate some pages for Amadou. I'll try and string it together for him.
Poor guy has some crotch critters or some groin itches.
Ate still more. He wouldn't comment on Paul's fitness for a to-Canada Crossroads placement. So I don't really wat to say. It's getting tough to fall asleep early, with so much promenade of thoughts in my brain. Back in time the women has control of the masks, and decided when to use them, when to dance them, when to speak them.