Tonight I was going to do more or less is fine (to Verdone).
What's this desire that I take?
probably the incomprehensible betrayal of my "friend" E. destabilized me a lot.
More than I thought.
With this frenzy of communication, I begin to systematically call all the numbers stored in my phone. The
Susy is not responding. Right. Told me that the dinner party (not specific party because I am ashamed of myself). The
Erika. She also engaged in election campaign (deployment opposite to that of Susy). In fact, I liquid in three seconds. Fausto
I've already called twice. Poor bastard. Let him alone.
Here! The Alessandra! What better? After the trip to Turkey that we did together, is at home with a fever and dysentery! It 'also imperative that informed me about his state of health! But it has the phone turned off. Seeking
foothold in my sister (casserole dish, here's half a bond of blood!). Disappoint my expectations have been less emphatic than expected.
I try also with the e-mail. Send some mail, with little evidence.
Then I remember the Sandra (com 'is not I think of that before?). Former co-worker through a difficult time because of separation from her husband. Maybe she will like a chat ... And it is so! Indeed, goes further. Invited me to visit her. Moral of the story, and now look childbirth. I carry around three hundred twenty-seven the album with photos taken in Turkey and a box of Turkish sweets. Leafed through it together, alternating sips of limoncello to cigarettes, and copious tears to guffaws.
What's this desire that I take?
probably the incomprehensible betrayal of my "friend" E. destabilized me a lot.
More than I thought.
With this frenzy of communication, I begin to systematically call all the numbers stored in my phone. The
Susy is not responding. Right. Told me that the dinner party (not specific party because I am ashamed of myself). The
Erika. She also engaged in election campaign (deployment opposite to that of Susy). In fact, I liquid in three seconds. Fausto
I've already called twice. Poor bastard. Let him alone.
Here! The Alessandra! What better? After the trip to Turkey that we did together, is at home with a fever and dysentery! It 'also imperative that informed me about his state of health! But it has the phone turned off. Seeking
foothold in my sister (casserole dish, here's half a bond of blood!). Disappoint my expectations have been less emphatic than expected.
I try also with the e-mail. Send some mail, with little evidence.
Then I remember the Sandra (com 'is not I think of that before?). Former co-worker through a difficult time because of separation from her husband. Maybe she will like a chat ... And it is so! Indeed, goes further. Invited me to visit her. Moral of the story, and now look childbirth. I carry around three hundred twenty-seven the album with photos taken in Turkey and a box of Turkish sweets. Leafed through it together, alternating sips of limoncello to cigarettes, and copious tears to guffaws.
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