Care Minchietti's girl, sometimes I wake up in the morning with an insane desire to hang the clothes in the hall, possibly in a clothes-tower of Pisa, BUT I CAN NOT! No Ele
stories (which are much better than the phosphorus of Kidman or Nintendo to take shape in the memory of ordinary mortals), no secret rapture beads with Cristina, no FRRRRRRRRRRRR of my beloved Pooh!
I miss you so much!
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