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Back to my childhood years

I went to visit my grandmother, who lives in a small town in Podlasie - I'm an old horse, but I always liked going out with my grandmother for shopping and "errands", so despite being thirty on my neck, I willingly agreed to take a tour of the bazaars. I got really nostalgic at the market, I didn't know that there are still such old-school bazaars somewhere in Poland. And you know what? It was a mega-cold, and my grandmother looked at my jeans - "perfect for a bachelor like me". And I made her happy, I went behind the curtain and measured my pants in the freezing cold standing on a cardboard box in a makeshift base "dressing room". It was supposed to be a pleasure for Grandma, because of course I took the liberty of buying these pants, but in fact it was a nostalgic pleasure for me. Love you, Grandma!

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Super creed! The author reminded me of my entire childhood
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you see, someone had just such a childhood and memories
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I don't remember my childhood because I burned it all down
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And free from Grandma's jeans
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but if it's the sublasie, you had to change into a carriage so they wouldn't attack you with spears, right?
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