Tags: narrative
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I was at the Saint the other day, that it was a lot of days that I didn’t go there and I said that, in fact, I should have gone. I went out a little earlier from the Job Benedict with the precise intention of going to give a greeting and show me, you see never forget me, I...
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I persist in my second work since the first, that of the Job Benedict embarks water, the Alpha Male is undecided, the Alpha 1 Female at the sea, the Alpha 2 pissed off with the Alpha Male, Baseluna fired, Soldato Jane fired, the Senior Fajano fired, the Fajano Junior fired, the woman of the dismissed cleaning, Gambelunghe indecisa. ...
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In the thriving sea I go, and my heart is forgotten at times, because nothing is clear and high the waves and high the abyss while the water crashes on the wooden axes that support me. I went out exhausted, it's hot, it's late, I'm without a bicycle, I don't take the tram, walk that's good for me...
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Auff, who is tired, momentarily tired, that I am late here from her but you know, it is not unaware but it is the accumulation of doing and so much I do that I did the list as I had already told you, trying to make order, but then the list has inflated, and for something I have depenned...
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Here I am sorry in a hurry to greet her and I do not even sit, that look a bit at her, I have the trapeze wool coat that makes so much fanè instead of vintage, the cap with the visor that makes so much worker instead of painter of Montparnasse, the fleece gloves of Son that I am very much...
