... three in the morning.
raining outside but I am inside.
I eat bread and anchovies in the silent darkness of the kitchen.
(who knows breath - say - actually it is not the best).
tipella I'm a real good tonight as it is sometimes to be so despite the inexorable approach of "enta".
There are things that the rest of my life I'll never stop doing.
Okay then I'll tell you tomorrow.
Pane.
Anchovy.
Yum.
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