It's just 9:20 a.m. on Monday morning and already I think I've lived several hours: I push the door and I leave behind the indigator look of the Female Alpha 1, I climb the steps consumed and within the heat of the office where the frost of the face melts like water. I close the door at the...
Ah, ma'am, kind dott.ssa, you will say that flat life sucks and is tiring, but I assure you that even life full of twists isn't always a great deal, and although ineffective you can't call it "schifosa", it's certainly tiring. It follows the report. My dear lady, I told you before, how...