Oliver carried his favourite umbrella, but hardly opened it. He preferred to dragged it along as he walked, as he still did not know how to hold his umbrella upright.
Oliver was too passionate for Heidi's comfort.
Heidi was full of grouses and wanted to be carried all the time.
It could be the weather or the soft light from the sky. I never find the flowers so beautiful as I found them today.
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