Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Dark Green To Black Stool And Maalox

MATURITY '

It 's more or less a fifty. Good-looking.
Blonde, any more than is naturally suspicious, made up and coiffed to perfection. Flowing hair, comma by master coiffeur in the ear, smiling, and (in some corner scrambled) desirable.
me I was departing, without suspicion, to collect a hundred euro from an ATM, and God knows how gladly would I do without, because the current moonlight ...

Speak loudly, turned to the other side of the road.
On the sidewalk opposite another blonde lady (with cap, this time) with attediata alongside teenage daughter smiling, listless as required, on command.

- So, in Franco, how did it go ...?
- Eh, not done yet! Wednesday's oral ....
- I'm sure everything will be fine: it will look great, you'll see!
- Well, I do not know ... He is content to leave between 60 and 70 ... The school, for him, has never been a ... the ...

latita The word, the word-evoked lemur does not materialize.

The blonde bob nods and smiles. The daughter, on command.
- Hello!
- Hello.


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