Passaggio a Nord Est # 2
'm sick on Saturday, and no signs of flu to go away. So call today to cancel the appointment with the technician of the boiler, which should have come in the afternoon to do the review. He responds with all the 2010 Miss muriatic Scazzi the world, and tells me I can not re-schedule an appointment because if she is now so sick that they can not get no one at home, who tells me when to heal?
Three words: old, frigid and twisted. After a pause of reflection with Cousteau in the depths of human obtuse, I told her that it seemed like a logical consideration, trying to understand them, including a cough and another, that my voice was that of a Nobel Prize than a party you are conversing with Taricone. I had to be veiled : noblesse oblige.
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