The morning passes almost serene in the traditional apathy of being catapulted into what you do not even dare to imagine, that since last Friday in front of the library sheet full of formulas for making statistical inference has fallen upon me, or that I know not to compromise but I did it because I always pushed us to the Convention have to be in a way, make the right choice for a just future, to get the exact price. It 's a damn idea I silently buzzing in my head since I tried a third time and was studying mathematics and I apologize but that's what I'm here to do, this is what I do with my life, beat nine months to twelve credits of math that will not end here, oh no, because then we will finance the statistical analysis of the audit market no, not that, I am a free spirit and numbers, write them well in word because it rejected the view a devil's number, and I have to accept this, which is not only my idea, even the venerable Piazza Scaravilli Marchianò at that but you asked me what are you doing here?, and I would have liked answer what are you doing, we adapted to what we thought was right but at least she has studied what appeared to be his vocation and that's what I want to do, I want to do everything in one go without even a paragraph, a sentence four pages long, such as those by Giuseppe Berto (if I had his talent!), well that is so, and at the end of the four pages I read the first imaginary line and I realize that I was telling another story, point
short, in the early afternoon I got more and listlessly but with a thin layer of euphoria that I covered as a film on the bus with my sister and I sat in a window seat, to get under control the world outside that I had under control, but very nice to imagine a more utopian moment of my proper ones, you can imagine, and so the journey by bus took me forever to think about this, I do not know exactly what I was up until now but I know What I am, and always will be and I'll always remember thinking, because I'm going to give the skin, and I do it to know and to remember, and always managing to be so, to correct me when I realize I do wrong choice, to do that and still be accepted, perhaps even more appreciated as I said Ale, and, in short, these were my thoughts even while off the bus and they put me in that way a little 'left, Tell me what is the right thing that I'm doing, even if it is not tell me the same old saying to myself, and I knew she would have replied that it was just not thinking about it, but I was wondering the same as I waited for him to give change even knowing the answer and it is with this awareness that I went into the undertaking's room, where he had gone in who knows who knows what time with grief or happiness in your hearts to give himself something like me, I have a lightness in my heart I have that the desire to start this new part of life now and do it better without bothering about anything, just do not know how the hell Ale can always be close to me and support me as if he were the film around me constantly, and in fact he is sitting here beside me as I begin to feel that buzz I said, this is where my assists and volendomi acceptable change, and while the pain slowly makes its way he is there, and oversees care (too much?) everything that is happening to me, and comes with me to buy the cream and reflect with me on those ten minutes I have definitely changed, not without regret, and it is so short that started the new myself on a rainy afternoon that this is when you put tremendous eh, seemed to be clear that work done for me just now important and indelible as I wanted to I on the other hand, point
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