and stay there to turn over this sheet in your hands ... and you have no words ... even thoughts. A thousand different thoughts swirling in your head. Remember, many memories. Feelings. And I fear that maybe the salt is a sign that maybe it is a bell that says "come on, what's ?"... And then instead of a strange knot in my stomach, which put us both a little strange, as we watched and "defuse" M. said "when we think we'll be serious!"
And I thought that I'd rather not think about it. Not having to go and pick them up. Waking up a
mattina e scoprire che ho un ritardo. Non calcolato. Inaspettato.
No, non sta diventando il mio pensiero principale, anche se ci ho già scritto un altro post, ma questa lettera, ragazzi...è stata tosta da leggere senza sentire dentro ...un treno nello stomaco...
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