This is our house. We live right underneath the roof. Excellent views of the city. Fifth floor, no elevator. Close to Martin's work. And close to a little shop where we get bread or cheese or fruits and veggies. We really like that shop, the owners are very nice. It is amazing they manage to eke out a living.
The little shop. I don't know what its name is, we just call it the little shop.
The owners of the little shop. They offer a biscuit to little kids who come in with their parents. Somehow, though, Sonja stopped taking it from the man, and only takes it from the wife. Shy girl. Lovely little shop.
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