2008年（13）
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2008-08-26 09:04:58
Postcards always spoil my holidays.
Last summer, I went to Italy.
I visited museums and sat in public gardens.
A friendly waiter taught me a few words of Italian.
Then he lead me a book.
I read a few lines, but I did not understand a word.
Everyday I thought about postcards.
My holidays passed quickly,but I did not send cards to my friends.
On the last day I made a big decision.
I got up early and bought thirty-seven cards.
I spent the whole day in my room,but I dit not write a single card!
