Everything stopped, the holidays began. Maybe for October the math will be done. The British government has shut down and hotels are full of tourists. The war became protracted until the winter without power. Batteries are off until the cold comes. They fill the beaches and their businesses and until October it will be seen. There's an excuse for everything to be left undone, we're on vacation.
There are no births or funerals, we were all soaking up the sun and salt water. You can't park on any beach. There are no responsibilities and until October it is forbidden to investigate. The good reason is vacations to neglect pleasure and accumulate feathers. All are forgotten until October and many forever.
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