The taming of the scoundrel (Il Bisbetico domato) (№ 235969)
No, we don't know, I have to know each other better, to talk.
- Tell me if you want.
- So, I was born on a cold winter night, on the fourth day of August, nineteen hours, twenty minutes, that is, without forty-eight, here in this room. Downstairs, my mother walked nervously up and down up and down, Smoking a cigar. My mother was a tall man, blond hair, like my grandmother. And my grandfather, on the contrary, dark.
Quote Explanation: Elia stalling, not to sleep with Lisa.
№ 235969 Added
MegaMozg 17-01-2017 / 10:35
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