The Military Coat

        I write this post from the bottom of my bed where I found refuge after my adventures more or less comic of the day before. Back late both of us (Paolo and me) after a day of work and nothing in the fridge, I find myself at the supermarket on the can corner, with some sardines in oil envy . It’s funny, I feel that it does not make you my dream … my sardines, Paolo either! Sir, prefer to eat a pizza down at Maria-Luisa.…

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