What I feared has been slow to occur. This afternoon, leaving Fernández del Campo, I could not help but remember the first time I was in the old headquarters of Gordóniz ... and good times Corleone shared with my sister all these years .. especially hurts her .. because somehow I feel that I'm failing ... but this afternoon was such a joke that I have endured no end ... and clear ... one has two options .. or becomes unpleasant edge, or long in peace ... and as the first thing is not for me because I choose the latter. Tomorrow I unsubscribe from EB.
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