On Friday the 13th, the destination for the day was Dracula's castle. One of the first persons we met in the morning was carrying a scythe. Then a black cat crossed the road just before us. Then we passed a town called Târgu Mureș ('rightly worried' in Estonian). And then a roadsign specified that who is worried is Raul, my father. But I'm writing this on Saturday, so we were fine, thanks everybody for being worried.
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