morning wake up at 6:40 in order to carve out of the lord, under a sky of pink clouds, the time to rub my celestial boat. For the second day in a row, and tomorrow will be the third. In the early stages of drowsiness alert (caffelavadenticalzini) I hear my sweetheart:
DM: where to go is the dawn ... I
: no love, assist in my madness.
DM: where there is taste ... zzz ... zz ... zz ... Ronfi
Here indeed, at least there was this taste!
DM: where to go is the dawn ... I
: no love, assist in my madness.
DM: where there is taste ... zzz ... zz ... zz ... Ronfi
Here indeed, at least there was this taste!
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