Hanno scippato la bambina con il vecchio trucco a mio avviso tutto italiano: lo scippo dal motorino in corsa. L'anno scippata e fatta cascare come un sacco di patate. La cosa sarebbe stata brutta di suo, se non fosse che la bambina teneva nella borsa chiavi e documenti.
Mi ha comnicato il fattaccio mentre ero sulla via di casa e lei stava dalla polizia. A quel punto non volevo piu' entrare in casa perche' gia' mi immaginavo i ladri che stavano facendo manbassa di ogni cosa nell'appartamento e non aspettavano altro che assassinarmi al mio ritorno. Alla fine I waited until the girl returned by the police and we entered with caution. Since the thieves obviously had not yet arrived, we were barricaded in houses waiting to power the locks changed the next day.
The girl was shocked and felt like chalk. Only with dilated pupils. I jump like a grasshopper and I said, that hurts the peeling on the knee? Want to cry? You cry, you cry from. Are you hungry? Be the bathroom? You put the patch? Are you afraid? I was about to reach its climax when the door and 'presented another compagnetta school. Rory.
Rory and 'appearance at 10 pm, with obvious consequences to fight with boyfriend, in tears and with a powerful influence viral vomiting.
Cosi 'me are put on the couch. In a state of shock and the other in a state of vomiting. One stared at each other and crying and spitting. A situational picture of urban life.
until 2 am to do group therapy.
This morning I turned upside down. Little sleep, a deluge of things to do for the universities' and the usual thoughts for the job. In more 'fear of influenza infection by vomiting. Then I open-access statistics of the counts and see that someone with the IP address of my company read my blog and I get the look of plaster and retching at me.
But who can 'be? Better not to think about and focus shifts in guarding the door until the arrival of the locksmith.
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