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The Mystery of Eaten Chocolate - It's simple, my dear Watson. The person who ate chocolate was my brother. He is the only person who treats chocolate in this way. I always cut it very gently with the knife. And he... He breaks... No, not breaks... CRASHES the delicate body of the chocolate bar which such brutality. It washim, Watson! It was my brother who ate my chocolate! Do you understand, Watson?! - Whow, whow! - answers Watson and waves his tail. So I've solved the mystery of eaten chocolate, feeded my Watson and decided not to answer my mother's questions ("Why are talking to the dog and why are you calling him Watson?"). Summer has

Finally - winter break. Whole week without grammar, American literature, essays, tests and other stuff. And today is Fat Thursday! The best combination ever = Fat Thursday + winter break. I'm going to eat as much pączki as possible, drink hot chocolate, watch films and draw. And spend time in warm and cosy room while outside is snowing. Life is wonderful (sometimes :D)