Crybaby.
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Week 37, 2008, beginning on September 8. |
Crybaby. |
 Riding uptown. |
 At the reception at Paul Warmer's. What's in his bag? Fine shoes.. Guy |
 Fetish. Guy |
 "Wish you were here." Guy |
 When the sun was still shining. Guy |
 Wednesday. Nice day. |
 Jonathan presumably. Guy |
 Nice book. Guy |
 Nice weather, nice wind. Guy |
 Still Summer on the beach. Guy |
 At 15:00h. the first of those who went to the Zuidas early in the morning, are returning, on moped, by bike and on foot. |
 Work on the stone part of the bridge. |
 Probably will stay there today. |
 Going to mother? |
 On their way to the court house, they couldn't even bring the papers in a handier way. |
 They all have their own story. |
 Some girls go to their work with a briefcase, others with a rucksack. |
 Some dads first bring their kid to the crash. |
 Tuesday. Still Summer. At 8:30 the sun's ever lower. |
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The Smart is not small, but Smart, Guy |
 Twins indeed. Guy |
 No old bag. Guy |
 "We sure expected the rain." Guy |
 Monday. Rain first, occasionally. No snow. Guy |
