(From the conversation why I and my friends can’t go out in nature this autumn)
In the summer, I put my parents plastic windows in the quarry. In the winter, after taking a vacation, I came home to my parents and asked:
What about new windows?
They are good, but it is hard to remove them.
You don’t have to get rid of them, and how did you do it?
I approach the windows and see that in the thin gaps they pushed the cotton, so that now they do not open, and even the pins do not twist. Soon I'll go clean the windows, or my parents say it's very dull.