My mom tells me that I held a similar farewell dinner, and he knows that I hate these things, because in the end we all cry like donkeys.
My grandmother crying right away, and my brother, who rejoices in itself because it will regain the legendary mansard. My sister incacchiata like a snake because I go away again, and sour tone I accused "you do you're always crying grandmother ..."
blue that makes the telephone reservation for lunch back: bring a little strange that the pasta I ate when I came to you? Tortellini Spen, called tortellini!
My friends dance that I organized a pizza party with ethyl evening after post, and I can not do more to hold the rum and pear like them ... Andrea
asking me if we can meet once more before departure, only one .. And the legendary Sir Richard's Grocery Store in the house that gives me the strawberries.
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........ Where
which remains the key rests??
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