Monday, May 10, 2010

I Got Cyst In My Lower Jaw

Balloons

Saturday afternoon I go out with Jonah. Let's go to the center, when he diverts me to the Market of Merry, a flea market and brocantage and so on, with a clear idea: get a shark tooth. He had been with his father in the morning, but moving on the bike and also the afromaschio-all-D'un-piece, is poorly permeable to such requests. Instead, the chicks Jonah, knows one of the many manifestations of my compulsorietà if there is to buy something, Serena turns to Mom, or Mimi, as she calls me almost always. The sweet and firm Jonah carries out the mission and I strolling the market for so and so managed, incredibly, not to buy anything else. Meet some male friends that I love, but I see very rarely, for several reasons, one of which, laziness. Chattering happily, heartened by a number of spritz and Jonah comes to us, that among the adult male feels a prince, and he says: "Mimi, look! A balloon in the sky! See other balloons." Roberto's question: "Do you know where those beautiful balloons go?" and Jonah: "This Heat".
noise choke: the spritz Roberto gets stuck in the gullet eddies.

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