Een Hete Ijssalon -
Kees looked at the flood of dairy, the broken mop, the defeated Bennie sitting in a puddle of his own inventory. He sighed.
But this story is not about Siberia .
“We’ll go to Siberia ,” he said.
Kees looked at the flood of dairy, the broken mop, the defeated Bennie sitting in a puddle of his own inventory. He sighed.
But this story is not about Siberia .
“We’ll go to Siberia ,” he said.