Tonight.
Voices sleepy.
Thu: "Love, how's the shoulder?"
Gian: "Well Onion, and your back?"
Thu: "Well I would say ..."
Gian: "We seem to be two to 80 years old ..."
And then we went back to snoring.
Already ... 235 km does not divide us more. But
235 km separate us from Nummelin, and Aebbischer Patterlini .
as well as both Vauclair.
When you discover that the assignment is a bit 'as the scrum ... well, you can not help it.
Especially when you observe certain mixtures aired without comment and you wonder what the hell makes us Mallet Italy on the bench.
We also ask who the hell is the new coiffeur Lo Cicero. In the meantime both
(Gian and you) are wondering how the heck to save the trainer aforementioned Masi.
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