But, so, this one time we we're in the Philippines and before I had a moment to catch myself up to speed with my Philipino counterparts I was already staring at graffiti tagged by an orphan. He or she wrote on the monotone-grey, interior, brick-wall, "No Faer."
Basically, welcome. It's rainy, and then there's the rain and it's raining again, again. It stops, the raining -- we're inside our house now. My window is located 15 and 1/2 ft. from the main cement road in Granada. I make a note of the white of the slats I'm looking through that cover my bedroom window at our dog ________. She's CLEARLY distressed. She might have mange. I've felt Hate.