But one bad story has happend. Steffi, a.k.a. the prat, lost me on the Golden Gate Bridge.
On her way crossing the bridge I decided to jump out of her bag, just out of curiosity-because BAGS ARE BORING, but she didn't even realised it... After she had crossed the bridge and had a cup of coffee – hours later... - she came back and was astonished to see me laying half frozen on the concrete...
Damn, I was really angry...
And than I had to listen to her complaints „Itistoodangerousforalittlebunnytotravelaloneinthiscity-don'tdothateveragain-Icannottakeyoualonganywhere-blaaahlbllahhhhh" I had to listen to all her anoying stuff...
Anyway – it was still a nice trip.
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