Twas the night before Uzbek when all through the stan, not creature was wheeling, not even a man. Claudia’d been sent back to the States in a plane, Meanwhile gifts from Santa and Elf had just came. We ran to the door to see what could it be, It was our dear friend Alp with … Continue reading Christmas In July
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