The wind and the sun and the rain all mix up, the air feels somewhat Scandinavian. A while ago on a trip to windy Stockholm I’ve learned to wear my hair braided, like the most girls do, because there’s just no other way of looking descent. And now the winds are taking over Brussels. I want stripes and fur to match the weather, learning from experience of Queens of northern kingdoms, because I’m sure that they know how to deal with the autumn not only in Scandinavia but in Scotland too. Well, here I am waiting for my extreme stripes when UPS has scheduled the delivery for today. Mr. Postman, where are you? 
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