I go to Rose a bit' before the weekend, you always find a parking para. I try to do a tour of the old .. nothing. I try to see in the narrow lane which parallels the piadineria .. but nothing, I'm not. My type is a little long and there is :-(
Retro and away, sieve the church parking lot .. nothing. now become the fourth should already be in service .. my ten minutes before you are screwed in false hopes. Let's make the ride to downtown, I see a hole, I feel some movement (without power steering) but nothing to do .. I'm not here either :-( Have a pair on 45, are typical of couples without children, of those couples who seem to have everything planned, maniacal precision. He and mini umbrella and hat and minizaino fisherman, her backpack and sunglasses to keep them with the chain round the neck, blond hair gathered in some way a bun .. she dried airhead. She looks at me and tells me they are going to go away .. enlighten me. . .. .. I found a parking lot:-D I'm in front of me, fond place in the shade, open the car, un'opel race or something like that. He is devoted to the bau (l) and system well the umbrella fund. She throws open the doors. He system the refrigerator. She meanwhile is dedicated to removing all the various sunshades in the opel is carpeted. He opens the fridge, slowly sipping d
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