The ace in the sleeve 1/2 Then I close the office, greeting and leaving. If God wants is Friday, the working week is over and I'm going home. Monto in the tram, with headphones in the ears and the brain that goes on his own: I have to stop with a fixed thought that as a magnet always ends in the well...
Cow said... I appreciate your writing and avoid humorous commentary, certainly questionable about such an unconscious fact. I share the embarrassment, the incollocability of feelings in the face of these medieval eliminations scientifically guided by the inexorable export of Western democracy. The product that succeeds best, obviously. Dictators once (also long ago, really) honored...