Hello November,
the expectation of a nice Italian pizza is a great way to start Sunday, especially if you have some work to do instead of from being lazy and enjoying the frosty morning.
A semi-flirtatious person texted me an emoticon with a kiss and love, only to tell me it was a mistake, and it wasn’t addressed to me. I just raised virtually my shoulders.
This population of semi probably needs evacuation before the end of the month to make space for something more authentic.
So, while waiting for the Italian night a song by a French with Italian origin, I think:
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