Antonia and I picked apricots from the tree.
Then we persuaded dad to buy a new car.
He must love us/trust us very much because he did. Or maybe he just wanted to buy a new car...
Henrik and I cruised home in it. I secretly pretended to be famous and glamourous.
It was a nice ride.
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