I feel too lazy since the environment is misty and too cold.
Birds are disturbing me by making their sounds.
Mother and father say "get up, get up" you are getting late to school but I need to sleep more.
The water is too cool, it doesn't allow me to wash my face.
What is this morning hell?
Birds are disturbing me by making their sounds.
Mother and father say "get up, get up" you are getting late to school but I need to sleep more.
The water is too cool, it doesn't allow me to wash my face.
What is this morning hell?
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