I started sad and resigned to work under the sky foil incandescent found this afternoon in the summer when you listen to the GDP materialized at my side, and whatever reason you start a conversation, and I strangely frightened by the sudden vision thee smile, strangely Forastiere less than usual, there We are complimented on their shirts (I Dead Kennedys, you Polish street punk band from '77 unpronounceable name and intrascrivibile), we found the actual amount of times we crossed the workplace of one or the other, both located notorious in the square that was already hunting for PPP (PPP got to do more), in 7 minutes flat we enucleated topics ranging from the yellow color in tattoos, the price rents in the city, from the tyranny of the employers, the concept of underground Capitoline poor, from Marvel Comics publications Launch Story, all with maximum ease, as if we had known forever, and with the same ease if you asked me tonight I wanted to drink something together, - when you look break from work, will you? - hast suggested, and I am a romantic girl who already felt from the opening riff with the piano version of lysergic bowieana "Let's Spend the Night Together", and we've seen for a while from the outside, its nice there in the sunset gilded hair, standing in our faded jeans and tight, and I am so glad After months of furtive glances darting zap-zap through the sunglasses we could talk, and I'm going to give you my number when you look up angrily from the screen of your phone and make me "Ah, but tonight ggioca 'to Rome "and that if anything we can meet later, after he ggiocato to 'maggica . Ma 'sti maggica of cocks. Annihilated the lyricism, nuanced poetry, and suddenly giratemi balls, I can only respond with a resounding two of spades. With you that, confused by my sudden change, are you telling me that there is a sin, a great pity, with a face like saying "but you'll be a little bitch?"
But I'll be a nice little bitch?
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