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able to say how nice!

How good can say, I have always dreamed of, thirty years happened to me too rarely potermene boast.
But this time, ooooh, this time I can, I say all right, and even with arrogance:

I told you I .


"Marta sits. Smiles. He shakes his head.
- Gianni, you know what I was reminded the other day about?
- What?
- after a while 'call the election, maybe put the voltage on the Alfano Bill or the various increases Spatuzza ...
- so what?
- and then the writers of 'crime novel I have in mind another, you'll see that the ace fall.
- that?
- Now, after our character Eric Forrester arrived at a cathedral in the face, because the shock might not be loved by everyone all right, born in his heart a great change of heart, the night of the Unnamed like. And the script, redeems himself. First move: forgive Tartaglia, or whatever his name. Second move: the Holy Father. Third move, and here you see the genius of the writer bets ...
- by fuck, I'm already disturbing, because when you do that makes me a little 'fear.
- Daddy, do not say fuck
- You're right, sorry.

- Listen, Martha, for me, those two beyond me why they say so they have the bonus word. Shut the door goes'.
Martha closes the door.
- Anyway, I said, now, if you will be having elections, will the Lady D de noaltri.
- Ehhhh?
- Of course. Listen to the masterpiece, after the night of the Enlightenment (which by the way it's Christmas, think about it), there is redemption. Just swineherd, just junk without shame. Comes the great love, the true values, which heats the nest ... A beautiful forty-two, maybe, say, one that has always worked in the office, doing good, one who does not think about money ... one of the people ... et voila! The story continues, the people can have its own novel! Twist! The best saints, you know, are those who have been through a lot of mistakes, a dissolute life, a life confused ...
- Oh my God, come on, so it is too dirty.
- Ah, well, because, until now, because ...
- Mh, you're right.
- And you know all the show that follows, all the flashbacks of her life, pictures of their secret love story (secret because he wants to protect, ah l'amour). Already I see everything, and then marriage. And the people vote. Fine.
- Shit.
- ...
- ...
- Where does happen, you know what I think?
- What?
- I have a little 'afraid to sleep on your side, frankly.
- Ahahahaha.
- Okay, let's go '. Let's go a bit sbattutare 'on Spinoza. In the end, thinking yes, always, but better to laugh a little 'about. If not, then the blood goes all over me in vinegar. On second thought, look, I would taste though. As we drink it, the blood, which is the great undertaker vinegar. "

(Christmas 2009, the first story of John and Martha, here )