My friend has just bought a manor house. We are out in his estate. We are walking up a steep slope, covered with deep green weeds, thick and hard to walk through, but not unpleasant. I am envious bug not hugely jealous. He is to my right, barefoot amongst the weeds. I tell him he can do whatever he likes now - even but some staff! I think that he can even sleep here too. He climbs up into a small tree to sit amongst the branches.
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