confess that, when deciding, I would bet that he would not have done anything. I felt it ... and so it was.
When, in March, Fausto and I had planned a sort of pilgrimage, nothing would predict a spring of shit, a sudden family problem and various vicissitudes, Now, I'm not here to tell you.
The phrase "will mean that this will be a sabbatical year", delivered Friday by my friend gave me, finally, the coup de grace.
I would like to try it out to go to Cascade, but, knowing me, without a bit of company, I think I would give up halfway.
I had planned this morning for a ride to dell'Ambro Madonna, but what is to happen to me? The sty and an eye that seems transfixed by a million needles.
I will try in the holidays, but I'm not going to say it too loud ... shhh we feel ...
When, in March, Fausto and I had planned a sort of pilgrimage, nothing would predict a spring of shit, a sudden family problem and various vicissitudes, Now, I'm not here to tell you.
The phrase "will mean that this will be a sabbatical year", delivered Friday by my friend gave me, finally, the coup de grace.
I would like to try it out to go to Cascade, but, knowing me, without a bit of company, I think I would give up halfway.
I had planned this morning for a ride to dell'Ambro Madonna, but what is to happen to me? The sty and an eye that seems transfixed by a million needles.
I will try in the holidays, but I'm not going to say it too loud ... shhh we feel ...
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