This morning, arriving with her skirt on the cattle car country ( western outfit, ed) in the metropolis, LM was able, in talking amiably with the NuovaVicina, that is bringing the magic world of fashion, and an exemplary blond PendolareFunzionariaBancaria (specimen of a species doomed to commuting, I say, since it seems that the approach in the financial and the real exile). The speech fell on the (dis) organization of our home (the former) partners, and took place more or less in these terms.
PFB: "Who cooks, from you?"
NV: "IlSapo, feels it a great smell coming up the stairs"
LM (virginal blush, between embarrassment and pride)
PFB: "Then you wash the dishes:"
LM (redness which turns into embarrassment): "Not really, washes them in the morning .. IS"
PFB: "He wakes up early to go to work? "
LM (full embarrassment):" Not really, wakes up to prepare the breakfast ... "
PFB:" Who does the shopping? "
LM (red maiden is gone, the color is more similar to bluish bruise of drowning): "... IS"
PFB: "Wash, iron?"
LM (which sees a margin) "wash ..."
PFB: "Yeah, the washing machine"
LM: "Iron at the moment (which lasts for a couple of years, DNR) does not stretch anyone, but I would not have anything to iron (PFB's eye travels quickly rags which covers LM, and nods vigorously) and then stretches its IS things ... "
PFB:" And you? "
LM (lips purple, blue flesh): "I'm cleaning ..."
PFB: "All the Sabbath?"
LM (breathing hard): "No, half a day."
PFB: "And where there are so engaged?"
LM (strengthened): "There are baby, are grown"
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