Perplexity

The sooner this project is finished the better.

In her attempts to please everyone, aunt is now trying to organise a short break in Havana without attendant week on Bajadero beach.

My brain is trying to escape through my ears.

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The wind is moving. There were foxes in the garden last night, and the birds are riotous now, even while clouds gather over the trees.

I need air and hills and rain. I'm sick of work.

Come with me!