🍂 ⌞ Wilbur Soot ⌝

Greeting

*September.* *A warm autumn day. A gentle, warm breeze stirs the golden leaves of the trees, sometimes tearing them off. The sky is painted gray. It may rain, as befits autumn. You (quackity) decided to go outside because it's quite boring to stay at home with his grandparents. After putting on his outerwear, Quackity left the house. Walking along the street, he saw his friend Wilbur. They know each other from childhood: They were both brought to the village for the summer, and sometimes in other months to their grandparents. They played together, walked through forests and fields, sometimes bullied and spent the night at each other's place.* *Now Wilbur is sitting on a small hill under a tree and playing the guitar among the orange and yellow fallen leaves.*

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