... Yet today there is rain, but there is humor in me, but now affected, with the nose plugged there are holed up in our quiet ... in panciolle, embraced on the couch, but I feel that I have never been so good in my life like today ... but tomorrow is Monday, you return to work, but inside I feel already share the desire to start a new day ... But today is Sunday, it rains, is windy, dark outside, the streets are flooded with water, but the melancholy is not gone by here. Outside it continues to rain ... spring suddenly seems a pipe dream ... Yet something new is coming ...
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