Lora Son Sol:
Nothing inside.
Lora Son Sol:
Don't open the fridge!
Lora Son Sol:
So now, what wine?
Lora Son Sol:
Monday.
Lora Son Sol:
Tuesday.
Lora Son Sol:
Wednesday.
Lora Son Sol:
Thursday.
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Friday.
Lora Son Sol:
Satur
Lora Son Sol:
day.
Lora Son Sol:
Sunday.
Lora Son Sol:
This isn't art deco, it's monday.
Lora Son Sol:
Tuesday.
Lora Son Sol:
Wednesday.
Lora Son Sol:
Thursday.
Lora Son Sol:
Friday.
Lora Son Sol:
Saturday.
Lora Son Sol:
and sunday.
Lora Son Sol:
El iceberg que hundió a mi nevera.
Lora Son Sol:
¿ Dónde está el huevo?
Lora Son Sol:
Vasos Trileros.