Once my family and I were on a journey to Morella. We were visiting that town's monuments and when it was time to have lunch we went to a restaurant. When we finished we realized that my sister had lost her wactch. A while later, I was peering out from the city walls, I fell and broke an arm. Finally, when we were leaving, my dad crashed the car.
We all drew a conclusion: It will take some time for us to go back to Morella.
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was peering out from the city walls¿?
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