As the eventide drew a long shadow on the land at the end of a quiescent day, highlighting the effulgent contrast between day and night, I recalled my little self peregrinating through the day, pondering how to compose a helpful lesson to my novel student. Even though languor befell me while embarking on the day’s odyssey, I serendipitously crafted a new syllabus. Nevertheless, the subsequent leisure stroll with Abby resulted in another fatigue, and I soon found myself in the realm of reverie upon returning home with a weary dog. The remainder of the day comprised honing my lesson, enhancing its syllabus, and mitigating my ravenous appetite.
My new bridge is in my mouth. It took the doc almost an hour to meticulously and precisely fit it in and cement it. I wasn't allowed to eat for three hours, and I still can't chew anything on the left side of my jaw. However, my dental features are ship-shape-and-shiny. Only one tooth is left: they need to replace the old filling. Once it's done, I'll have a Hollywood-type smile. Before the dental care, I went through the lesson plan I'd prepared the other day for today. When I returned home from the dentist, I took Abby for her afternoon walk and drove to Budapest to teach. Before arriving at where I taught, I popped into a store to buy some "kifli" for later and four "Túró Rudi" to appease my rumbling stomach. After teaching, I hurried back home, grabbed two "kifli", some butter and plum jam, and ate like a king. It was already pitch dark when we returned from our evening walk with Abby. I hate the early dusks. However, summer tries
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