the face of meteorologist (which was once said of crepe ASTROLOGY ") that budgeted days of the blackbird (No Ale, is spoke of blackbird ... agree, but the family is always flounder is not Monichiana) and hand in the warm Roman sun four real friends they met and embraced. We talked, joked laughed, smile, eat ... what is pure and then. We discussed our hunger for fame "and our" poor but handsome. " We finally said goodbye, I (heart of wheat) with barely repressed a tear, but I confess that the other will be left an indelible memory of a day and not foreseen by the madness of a Sicilian born, two Romans and a field. Italy is made! And so do you, Italy, VERA. DREAM ALL GOOD. Unless
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