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анонимPostcards had always spoiled my holidays. Last summer I went to Italy. I visited museums and sat in public gardens. A friendly waiter taught me a few words of Italian. Then he lent me a book. I read a few lines but I did not understand a word. Every day I thought about postcards. My holidays passed very quickly, but I did not send any postcards to my friends. On the last day I made a big decision. I got up early and bought thirty-seven cards. I spent the whole day in my room but I did not write a single card.
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