E 'was a marathon. Not that it's over. Indeed we are close to the end. Do not talk about race, because that does not last long even if the difficulty is all. But here is your marathon. That's when you think it's over, that you can not do more, you are coming cramps, here is more the sign-25km to the end. I feel a little ' so.
Metaphors aside the move was really hard. I thought the best moment would open the door and say "this is my hour (= ours), but with the relentless pace that led us I got this sentence. I opened it, seen the color that had ugly walls and I thought "this pink pig will never be whiter ..". Then run, clean, transport, accommodation, brush, scotch, scour, wash. Well at some point you did not do more. Bello is also tiring.
The other day, after ten (say 10) days of waiting, it's time for small (large) satisfaction. Parking in the course Bosio in Pinerolo and go to a dance school which also plates and goblets. What is the relationship between the two activities is still unknown to me. Pick my two plates. And I run at home. I put them. A little to the intercom, a larger for the mailbox. That's so I can finally call home.
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