So here we are at home.
You may have noticed, dear friends, oh you, normal people, the novelty of comment moderation. For a bit
' I really believe that this will be the bad habit, so be patient.
There is no need to explain more, a bit ' because you in your infinite intelligence , you already know everything, a bit ' because these words are too many and the argument really does not deserve even a spit.
What, are as black as a coal. The plants have survived , basil looks like a rubber tree and tomorrow will turn into pesto.
The cat, this evening the recovery.
Hot, is not even that much. The city is deserted
, no longer feel even the children of the sisters, they have already boiled or baked facts coll 'bay.
I broke out the green thumb, at least in intention. From that
ste arrived two tropical plants, exceeded the initial moment of distrust in which we were keeping an eye on each other exchanging greetings, but always at a distance, now I decided that I will become an expert in nurseries.
Last night I shot him two syringes of intravenous vitamins. I have in the coffee grounds and food scraps and judging from the cigarette after that ask me, they seem satisfied.
I also discovered this object of worship that every man (and woman) on the planet should have, is a walking ashtray pocket or handbag or, put anything you like, solve the problem of wild and ciccaggio the stub spilled into the street to the beach on the rock, etc. ..
Sure you can live very well without it, even without an arm, you can live very well, but that has to do with it is better ..
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