EXTENUACIÓN
repeat the same process last week. Another matter the same white paper, the same flashing complainant, the same weariness. Perhaps the same procrastinate, I will not, I hope not. Today I go to bed without having advanced to the final, even dawn on my right. That's what I owe.
But I think on Thursday and I think Madrid-sleeping. Certainly things that keeps me wanting. Or your extraordinary force, a faint breath on the warrant. Tout, Mon meilleur ami.
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