"The wind is cloudy. - The white skirt declared strongly, swinging her hands almost choking on coffee. The red skirt raised an eyebrow: "What is that right? That sentence people say the story of the same level. She blatantly blatantly her eyes: "Isn't the cloud flying thanks to the wind pushing? Which floor is on the floor, the clouds must be on the floor?".
The red dress held her lips tight: "No crap! The wind blows in one way, the clouds wade in the other. Even some types of clouds keep floating, the strong winds of storms still make it rain. Like when I fell in love with a player who was a percussion player. It kept spinning like a flash, while I was still waiting in a corner. That is called a cloud waiting for the wind, but every layer of the wind is a monkey!.
The white skirt laughed, huh: "But this, I learned the sixth grade geography, the teacher told the cloud to form at a different height, the wind it was divided into a clear class. The red skirt against her chin, her eyes shining: "It is just like her.
The white skirt nodded: "Yeah this sounds still have ears. But the wind and clouds sometimes ... unrelated to each other. Like the last cold, dark clouds come to blunt, then the wind blows away, the sky is clear. Who is the floor?". She red skirt: "That! I mean.
The white skirt: "Or ... the wind and the clouds are not always suitable, but in the right way, it is not suitable for the sky, but it is not suitable for storms." The red skirt laughed hi hi: "Good, arguing has just broken truth, right?". The white skirt frowned: "What truth?". The red skirt winked: "Truth is ... close friends where to meet, as long as every week must have a fight!".
Both of them burst out laughing, the laughter gradually disappeared in the wind. With the clouds hanging above their heads, they must be wondering... which floor in the sky and earth these two women don't know?
