"So if a scarf is cotton and not wool, it will never warm the neck like a scarf of wool, and as you insist to carry it around because it still seems to dress with a brush , you're going to get sick ... just because you wanted to make a fool .. and to tell you something you knew was not true ... stupid, stupid, stupid ... because my friend always expect that the wine I covered my eyes to ask Advice? do not understand that tomorrow will not remember that he was wise? My mom will not believe me never ... she knows that simple can not think ... "His friend pushed him heavily on the bed as she spoke, but did not have time to levargli the shoes with her head hanging down, he began to snore at the end of his words.
The landlord looked at him a second air resigned. "Indeed, I ask you to do. The wool, neck ... but who the hell you say?. "He shook his head, but deep down he knew that his friend put in the best metaphors that alcohol could draw him.
The room was almost over: after taxes, the house seemed to have more her, and remained in the room just to hang the paintings: a puzzle of the starry night, a huge poster with a prism and its Favorite: oil on canvas, beautiful, brown, cup of coffee.
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