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Three crosses. I finished the tobacco. I do not smoke, all the way, that a 'MS Pietropaolo, its spiritual heritage. The seats are sending a stench of the type animal, circus of the country; mound and the bag gets an almost fairy dust: the souls of the mites are called to the house of his father.
Bolsena. Constantine made us the holiday as a child. Constantine is a bitch.
San Lorenzo. Acquapendente. Centeno. The radio gives me reason: never take the highway. There is a queue of Roncobilaccio and Barberino del Mugello. There is always a queue of Roncobilaccio and Barberino del Mugello. Roncobilaccio and Barberino del Mugello are hybrids from the medieval bestiary, half country and half lizard, which cuts it to him more and more the tail grows back. Constantine had a tail: red, thick, tall, like a wolf. Constantine also had a heart like a wolf mounted on an ass hen thief and thin, too charming to say it in Italian.
Gallina. It's time for 'MS: tobacco flavored with manure in his face tells you, warns you before: I go out eh bay, look what I'm going down eh, eh, then I'm going, look down and then once I placed me eh , then do what you do not know why you wake up with breath that smells of seaplane h at Ostia. Ok ok, Emmesse, just shut up: I hear the replication of the Press and Conditions.
Buonconvento. I pull the right shoulder blade, I must have pulled a muscle. It must have happened yesterday, last night when he said "I'm not pregnant" and I pulled that sigh of relief as a javelin, at fifteen meters. Or maybe not, maybe it was after when he said "So I leave you, however," I and I had to beat her and, out of spite, that bitch is dead now-and-I had to play, pick up and put in the trunk : real thief, fake thin.
Monteroni d'Arbia. Bridge Press. Isola d'Arbia. And it is now Siena.