Qusta ...
And yes, I'm home. A home early. Evening ended badly, started badly, performed poorly. Quarrel with Andrew and Sonia at the same time! And go like that!
But it was just that! noooooooooooooo
I go home angry, angry, terrified, furious, and who do I see?
EHHHHH ... dear Veronique Trulli who came out with Matt and fresh fresh from the front door of the house. Is it true he had forgotten about and I do not know what I stayed a moment to scribble down with no bone and a minimum (but I say minimal) Mattia style ... He sorriino
with man of the world that has seen that done fucked turned anything (but who really believes he mortadella double layer fat on the eyes and a sense of intelligence to be discovered) to me: "And you let her go out with me? ".
I said, 'Why not? "
He said, "He told me tonight."
I realized on the fly. I looked and looked more indifferent enough that I could draw all these years of subterfuge love ... I've condensed in a moment, and I turned the heel. Without even looking I said: "I miss you shake the tip of a hair ...". Two raspatine with shoes and I pushed the door. I open the elevator and out Veronica smiling. Not I cheered, I know. He had no sense, I have not even looked at. On some anger and fear had kept well vent. About her. And on the keys of this computer. But
cazzoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
But what a mess I made?? Great night
Anna PS I need Isa ... I want to cry ...
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