so far have not yet managed to cavarci a spider hole. The fugitive latita, I despair. I note a certain asymmetry. And I get angry, as if having to think that a person has decided to leave on foot after I have caused damage, and missing a few, not having to pay a little 'installment in its most insurance depresses me.
Also, almost all show that there was a nice traffic at that hour, by Persichetti. Possible that no one saw anything? Or that no one else was damaged?
The machine that will spur me to have lost parts: my mirror was almost torn: can the other car did not lose even a copricerchione? And there is not even strip the brakes? .. Who has cleaned up the pieces?
... I still have not made the picture to miraculous interventions that mean that my car has ricpominciato to move. Suffering, but walks. Moans, complains, but there make it. As quiet as ever in its history, I must go where ferries. One of the few certainties of life. Despite everything, my soreùcetto nun if arenda ...
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