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Listen to Mexican songs, play drums in Inner Mongolia, eat Russian screws and Philippine ice at noon, and drop a Portuguese sentence. In the afternoon, you will blow Mount Everest, take a new basket, ride Rome, visit Myanmar shops, buy some Congo, weigh Bali and Italian pears, and be tired all over Afghanistan at night. You must go to classes of the Irish Republican Army, but you can go to Arabia, visit your aunt Javert on weekends and eat there. This day has just passed.