return home while the gates are lowered. I can barely buy the coffee capsules, and Wish, more worldly than me, it maintains a tasting area for its cookie ritual. The flower kiosk is closing, and I have no cash. The florist, another fan of Wish, stops for a cuddle and I found two coins in his pocket that barter on the fly with a white rose on the size of a cabbage. The port all'Innominabile, which alternates between influence and Ipad phone. E 'tired, and the Roman accent is more pronounced, "that you comprata'r six flower?" "Not for me, is for you." "Ah." Here
there. Ironclad logical, unassailable for dialectic, and then in front of flower ar not know what to say.
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