The bag was apparently not great, but so large, was one of those bags with side gussets. Had been abandoned on the table open, not broken anything from there, but it was impossible to resist the temptation Antonio sank a hand in it. The first thing I touched was familiar, though at first seemed odd, but of course! was a kiwi. Then he found a piece of paper rolled up, opened it were the patterns of a soccer match. Then he found a bottle on the label was written "seawater- essence of siren, but it was sealed and not opened it. He sank his hand again and this time we found a little book, I drew it was written "manual of the young guardian angel." Then he found a bottle, went written the "essence of a mother no tears" . Fumbled again, this time it emerged that it dislikes, it was an old eggplant and squash. At that moment she entered the room, looked into his eyes, an accomplice, he closed the bag, threw open the window, opened the umbrella and flew away.
Buon compleanno Giardi!
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