are out of the party. Smoke a cigarette. In dance, laugh and talk. I do not know anyone and everyone looking at me. Who am I? Who the fuck invited me? The answer seems my cigarette.
"It 'one of way, he eats and drinks at your table for no reason. He's doing worse. We judge. I point the finger at him. He says that you are the ruin. The cultural tsunami that is tearing the 'West. "
Then I think of the boards who sent me and I see Paolo Bruni joins me with a piece of pizza. I begin to feel good.
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