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. The day before yesterday evening by the return route, my last route, Valle d'Aosta. Route fantastic, certainly the best in four years of clan. Unimaginable places, sun all day, frozen water sources and streams, freeze-dried dinner tent every night and funny to gogo. Sabrina then review and Margot is always nice.
Antics Interpol is a discodellamadonna and I have a beard of two weeks' who cut me from boredom. Some time ago in a car with John, and Flaviocacchione serial killer known as "The Monster of Lariano" I asked him to put a disk of Interpol, preferably one with Evil that at the time of the individual seemed fanciful. "Cool" I thought. Yesterday, and I scarrricai s'inficco in the brain. That day, Livio in the car with "the heir of Slytherin" Cacchione, we went to the mountain Artemisio a walk. One fine morning. Then now that I think was just a few days after the evening I-Livio-John-Eleonora-Alessia. There you could see from about a year hunting. That evening I enjoyed a slaughterhouse, the digital tweaking a shame that John has erased all the photos. Vave.
Liviuccio urge class reunion, you know it?
Francescooh today celebrates the twentieth anniversary of the cutting of his umbilical cord. And if this had never happened? The world would be the same? I think not. Francescooh without a high school we would spend no demented cheerfulness, ought we not in a potential Raelian, the world would never know the literary saga of December 22 and the home garden is full of blackbirds Olivieri. In short, without a friend in Francescooh would not. I love to Francescooh. Of course, now I see less than once a month, but I love him. Among short greeting.
I reread all seven of harrypotter and still maintain it's great. Lily Allen's single is really cool, you say what you want, but it's cool.
Sunday evening, with the indie band, we play (this is the first time) in a place with swimming pool near Aprilia, who wants to be warned so I keep it informed.
