Zegt Sam tegen Moos:
"Ze hebben geruild, Bram heeft z'n scooter
aan Willem geleend."
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Week 17, 2007 commencing on April 23rd. Second part. |
Zegt Sam tegen Moos: "Ze hebben geruild, Bram heeft z'n scooter aan Willem geleend." |
 "It's a day to blast through nature on a powerful quad." (Guy) |
 "At home I'll sit on the terrace and read poetry." (Guy) |
 "I'm on my way to my buddies." (Guy) |
 "Glad we got away from that heated discussion." (Guy) |
 "You should let yourself be carried away." (Guy) |
 "No honey, there's no apple in your eye." |
 Summer in April. |
 "Simply can't keep up with Jones." |
 Saturday morning, another Summer\s day. "I'm waiting for my mam who's claiming a piece of sidewalk for Koninginnedag." |
 The boarding school girls couldn't believe their eyes. (Guy) |
 "We go for good solid transport." (Guy) |
 "Everybody is going on holiday. We stay in the neighborhood." (Guy) |
 "I'm on my way to the weekend." (Guy) |
 The English boarding school girls entered another world. (Guy) |
 "I'm standing here on Dam square as you see." (Guy) |
 "My dad already went off on holiday." (Guy) |
 "I'm smoking a cigarette in the smoking allowed area." |
 "Safety also is a matter of organization." |
 Cool in the hottest April since seventeen something. |
 Suddenly her slipper slipped. |
 Lisa tastes the new whipped ice cream that's introduced by Arnold Cornelis in the Van Baerlestraat. Sweet as herself but soft as well as firm, mmmmm! |
 Pandemonium, slumbering eventualities. |
 Pushing Air. |
 Licking the heat. |
 "Almost done most of my shopping." |
 "He's definitely too late." |
 "No, I never wear a helmet when sitting in front of my frontdoor." |
 "I found half an hour to enjoy these thirty minutes of sunshine." |
 Friday. Sad to see the evolution materialize in the PC Hooftstraat. |
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Tursday. The pastry bakers of the renowned Arnold Cornelis pastry shop in the Van Baerlestraat ealiest in the morning. |
 "There she is, next to the tree." |
 "The next step is a jump." |
 Empty boxes. (Guy) |
 Small parade. (Guy) |
 Away from the fast lane for a pause. (Guy) |
 Greatest music still is the exhaust. (Guy) |
 "Next month to Porto Ercole." |
 A DS in front of Garage Pallas. |
 "I'll be back with coffee in a jiffy." |
 "No, no, that's not Erny." |
 "I say, thare's another opening." |
 "We're almost there." |
 "How many of them shall I know?" |
 "And now due South all the way." |
