Tags: Potatoes
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that is, the ace in the sleeve summarized link to part 1 Friday afternoon; instead of resting at home I was forced to come to school to general interviews with teachers. We're all in line, standing, raining outside and inside is hot. There is no chair on which to sit, or a stick on which to rest the...
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[reflections] The road has been long and really perilous, full of obstacles and so-called cocks and bouquets (which let’s face it, if it’s true as it is true that I was born princess and I became a chameleon, then I can also afford the turpiloquium). That, frankly, if I'd known before, maybe I'd be more careful, or how would you...
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I was sucked into a place where nothing happens, but nothing important. I live and surrender, literal living in the day, both for money, as well as for work, or children. Planning denied me and since every time I was planning to do a...
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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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Then it happened, my lady, that I was at Work Benedict, doing things and staying in sorrow as are those who can be sent home from Job Benedict the next day with the phrase:- sorry you know, we have to cut, it is nothing personal because you are really good, but there is no money,...
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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...
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Ah, my lady if she knew... because my life must be so complicated, the always difficult things, nothing that I smoothly seem, always a hindrance after the other, I turn off the printer, because the Taliban does not send me an email instead of always calling me, I turn off the radio and collect my cards in a pile, because...
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The famous "one hour for me" I have to say. I don't like getting into a man's house I don't know and living alone. I don't like it. It takes me back in time that it is no longer mine, in the world of tales of Cappuzzo Rosso and the bad wolf. I don't like it. ...
