Then tell me that there will be longer. Not even here what we manage, including a trip to another. We should take a photo, the weather. We should shoot them now, to remember in twenty years. When all this is over and the barons are gone. When teachers respond to mail us. When will try again every day and yet every day there will weigh. When we no longer cold.
And then there will be something else to complain about, there will be another battle, another book banned, another scandal. Juventus worst luck that this will mean just stop wasting time to hope that everything returns to normal. Because this is the tragedy of Juventus, the idea that what is happening is a parenthesis, as that will pass the winters. That the Inter-called phenomena will return to buy the South American qualifying for a peaceful Europe Leaugue. We will return to rejoice over the goals of a true striker, who will give the team the next world, not that piece by piece we buy the team that won them five years ago. This is the drama, the idea that there will be a different time, that things will return to flow naturally.
We should shoot them now, to see us in twenty years. Maybe I will grow a beard, and someone will let physiologically.
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