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Market strategies.

tragedy is about to start the spring.

allergies Pollinaria We just set there.

Our real enemy are the purchases of clothing. We

balances little we care.

Our real rival is the bad taste, otherwise known as modern look, further translatable undoubted good taste linked to the 80.

moreover I forgiving pants buttons, increasingly threadbare sweaters, shirts that do not They want know about keeping fit.

But this year, as every year we say, you have to be tactical.

Purchases cipolliferi. From cover to Michelin Man undressing matryoshka.

Gipunìn sober colors, technicolor sweaters, white shirts and beige, gray pants and brown and Gins light and dark.

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titillating taste buds back. That we die is intact!

Appetite mica past is to me in these days of debilitation. Imagine.

But I had lost all taste buds, run screaming at the sight of the flow and chemical-pharmacological swallowed dall'orripilante soothing aroma limoneggiante candy.

Then there was hunger but it was useless and frustrating.

Have something to eat and not feel the taste disorder was the most annoying, apart from the current train of cough with rattling wake.

(I say this not to write too low evidence to the thing, well, I infected Misery: since last Thursday had fever etc. etc. gita.regalo.di.compleanno while he was in Venice, I want to kill me, and we are already at an altitude of three eligible candidates CharlieKillers)

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A book about vampires seemed appropriate. Ada

aaanni were not divert I broke out a nice temporalone those with lightning, thunder, sky neroneronero all of a sudden, wind and hail in buckets.

had to happen right in conjunction with the first issue by recovering? Well, it would also not have been better, but at least I had just crossed the threshold of the library, so I am the escaped unscathed, except for a treat on the nose as I watched two in deficit little girls who were running back and forth from the corner of the street to see if Morosini came on duty. (Yes, I was a moron equal to their age, perhaps even worse, but luckily I do not remember). While howling

my ouch! occurred against the sky is one of my beloved companion of the medium. Filarini one of those that are so obvious and predictable that do not come from nowhere. And he chuckled and shook his head at the two little girls and I mutter as we entered so that now if we did then we would ailments for at least three days. (I have found that during this time of the ailments I certainly do not lack, let alone are in transit)

And, anyway, he annotated, better to have for other reasons.