again this year it's time to see who you are and, therefore, all folders and boxes signed with the University, well-ironed aprons, braids and low-calorie snacks. And this year promises have been kept: the boys are confirmed in large numbers and especially to distinguish themselves on to the effect that not even rough and kinky beeswax Garnier would be able to disentangle, for the little women, the against and no surprise, we saw the usual mess, without half-measures that do more computing, it is to take a vow to Our Lady. The little men were waiting for the opening of classrooms and politely slightly sprawled on the benches of the park, with the usual way of doing type eccezziunale really for where there was only one stick firmly planted between the gums and the jewelry to look like a ravanare graduate. Someone gave him the appointment by Night Pitch Pit, never imagining that Beverly Hills 90210 is finished for quite a while now. Among girls, however, noted that some had suffered more than the typical air of one who is asking those who have stolen the heart-shaped lollipops: desolate air, look down and crushed between the index and the hair do those who have ears to the "Say hallo to the girl that i am, i need to learn to make Mistakes just who I am ..." (Brittttney). Poverettte. Do not they know that nobody ever gives them any importance. And poor people too, why do not you know that those cute little do not give it to him and never enough.
Open the door at 8.15 (in the official version, for the unofficial 8.25) and determined that it could start another day, the students have left the last Ikea catalog that everything happening in the total indifference in the sense that they understood that the first you could get passed six exams and Jack also seemed to have emerged from puberty (this I ran away and then I let it). Oh well .. But according sti genes I get up at 7.30 (in the official version) and run (while running, I stop and quietly at the bar and newsagent) Ercolani the classrooms to make some air to dust? Or beat the carpet? But I do not know! Then, seized with pain for so many lost youth, I allowed to suggest a "If you want, you can enter" with the same anger dancer forced to raise the last leg of Britney Spears.
entering in silence, most of what was at the funeral of Pavarotti for sure, they are divided into two homogeneous snakes: a classroom to the E1 and E2 to the other. If the first group there were problems in the sense that they understood that the purpose of their day was to sit for the second there were many hesitations, joints in front of the open door of the classroom, someone has seen fit to stop and let them spend 10 minutes of pure contemplazone of nowhere. Nobody was saying anything, all staring into space, taken by a swarm of sleep, were surprised by my suggestion: You can enter ....
Open the door at 8.15 (in the official version, for the unofficial 8.25) and determined that it could start another day, the students have left the last Ikea catalog that everything happening in the total indifference in the sense that they understood that the first you could get passed six exams and Jack also seemed to have emerged from puberty (this I ran away and then I let it). Oh well .. But according sti genes I get up at 7.30 (in the official version) and run (while running, I stop and quietly at the bar and newsagent) Ercolani the classrooms to make some air to dust? Or beat the carpet? But I do not know! Then, seized with pain for so many lost youth, I allowed to suggest a "If you want, you can enter" with the same anger dancer forced to raise the last leg of Britney Spears.
entering in silence, most of what was at the funeral of Pavarotti for sure, they are divided into two homogeneous snakes: a classroom to the E1 and E2 to the other. If the first group there were problems in the sense that they understood that the purpose of their day was to sit for the second there were many hesitations, joints in front of the open door of the classroom, someone has seen fit to stop and let them spend 10 minutes of pure contemplazone of nowhere. Nobody was saying anything, all staring into space, taken by a swarm of sleep, were surprised by my suggestion: You can enter ....
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