The only shoulder shrugging lover. An inktblot in a box. With an innate politeness towards younger sheep. She photograves the absent minded Phisuals of language. She knows that when you hit yourself you either say sorry or see a counselor. She is the kind of sheep who spoons herself.
And she is widely famous in the 073 area and exited I Amsterdam.
In Amsterdam. Not I. She’s not that egocentric, for today is Sunday. Checkers day!