Pictured life
Clear picture of a future life
She had all her life planned already: the job she wanted, how her husband would look, four children (two pairs of twins), a large house and a dog's breed... She will definitely work on all of this soon. Very soon. But now she had to wake up, brush her teeth and go to kindergarten.
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