agree with him was a must.
I think the first spring is the need to avoid the unpleasantness of seeing him upset. It was a matter of direction of gaze. It was unpleasant to see his sidelong glances. Huge in size, imperious gesture, that was my doctor friend.
I sat at the table with him.
ordered to drink a large glass and china in a jug of punch.
- A pitcher, Lapo?
- Sure, it's all thirst!
I looked at him, had not changed. He was always equal to itself, probably somewhere, a picture growing old in his place. The
His first sentence was addressed to ex-girlfriend. He was recently released from a story in which he said of being the father of a girl who could never imagine his wife.
- Want to know if the girl is the right one? Imagine if your son with his arms, if disconcerting picture emerges, then that is not your woman.
In saying this he continued to turn away. Meanwhile, the real reason I wanted to sit at his table kept slipping into perspective, as if listening to his strange theories about the pair constitute the price for certain information.
I knew a long time to use that stuff. Lately he had refined the technique.
There was a pause, then continued the argument with new energy and a spark of madness in the right eye, while the left seemed empty
- Speaking of my last ex, I can say that I had to be her father. Becoming a father even if his son would have seemed to be in a sort of incestuous intertwining, you know, an unfortunate game of Chinese boxes.
With snarling dog discovered all the beautiful white teeth: -... mother's father, grandfather of early child ...
So what I feared, he raised his voice to be incredibly baritone - incest fuck ... or at least something snaturatooo! In local
there was a bustle of cups, the bartender leaned over the counter, all customers had turned to our table, but was a moment, then pulled herself together Lapo:
- Plaintiffs had nightmares in which my metaphorical representation of the risk to which I face every day was a gigantic doll matrioshka, where I was locked up, wrapped in yellowing bandages, a victim of the diligent work of a taxidermist pierced by huge spikes or worse, like a virgin of Nuremberg.
Then he attacked his ex all collectively. The tirade took tones of scorn. Suggested to send an 'e-mail that should have accumulated like this:
"Dear all my ex, how are you?
're getting old? Is natural.
Take note: age and' the fate of women.
L ' man does not age;
graying, which is different.
The man does not lose prestige.
fact. It usually
s'arrichisce well.
The woman grows old.
ages and all.
Even more, the woman grows older and spends, because each new gray hair called an attack on the bank account to make up in beauty salons.
Felice senility,
Yours faithfully Ex
- What do you think? I have it in my head for hours, just arrived in the office writing and mail it. I think I still have all their addresses.
finished his china . Then, without letting the word for a moment, one glass after another, also ran out the contents of the jug. He stood with shining eyes, seemed to be exploded shortly thereafter, adjusted his tie knot and walked to the counter. To this day I could not do my request. He paid the bartender
an unlikely figure. The bartender shoved in the portfolios of our bouquet of yellow notes, pointing out that it was an amount he would earn in a month filled room, was it a bribe, and if so, for what? Lapo would not hear, the nest egg back on the table by adding a few more colorful note: - Today is St. Emidio Bishop, shut up and cash in ...
The bartender began to grow impatient, I tried to dissuade my friend, but there was nothing he could do to give up, emptied literally portfolios in cash, picking up after leaked documents and credit cards. Then he tugged at his jacket and we were on the street, the bartender chased us for a while, cursing. I think I had left him pretty much a figure equivalent to three months of an average employee.
- The man never loses prestige, Dan, remember! and generally s'arrichisce well.
Then he fainted, fell and tripped on a root weight on paved surfaces, it was like watching the collapse of the colossus of Rhodes.
11/01/2004
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