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TEN HOURS AND TWENTY MINUTES AM, BOLOGNA

Effe: "Do I disturb you?"
Her: "No.. But so what?"
Effe: "Today I thought of you, you know. I had to print na 'thing and I have you come to mind, so .. out of nothing."
Elle: "What do you mean by nothing, sorry ..??"
Effe: ".. hmm .. I do not know, that I was thinking the other .. you understand .."
Elle: "Yes, yes, I understand .. .. and nothing you hear, I have to do here in the office, I have the boss behind me and he woke up more pissed off than usual, has not even had coffee and I .. do that .. come on, you can call me later?
Effe "But if you're on msn and talked for half an hour with Lucy, she told me ... come on, do not bitch! I must tell you one thing .. "

NINE HOURS AND THIRTY MINUTES, AM, BOLOGNA

I had just opened my eyes but I was already standing by a quarter of an hour. I certainly went into the bathroom to empty and then I nod in the kitchen in search of a bottle of water contained water. There were some half-empty with cigarette butts floating, other residues of vodka and cola survived the night. The shutter was still down and I had not yet found a shoe left.
I was sitting half-naked, with dried lips and a trickle of drool ready to fall on his chin. I looked at the PC on and the room began to take shape.
I should print a form that I would have to fill out and then send it by mail within twelve. And I did.
turned on the printer and I bent to catch the pack of white sheets. I leaned on the desk while Acrobat Reader and load the file, took off two or three sheets from the pack.
Ahhhhhhiiiiiiiiii.
Every time I cut the paper was surprised. Look at that little cut and shocked the rest. That trickle of blood in rapid eruption astonished me. It remains one of those things that I can not predict after years of bold adolescienza. If I cut with scissors or a knife, began to curse or swear. If I pinch your fingers with the hammer, threw it away and began to chase, always swearing. With the paper is rather surprising. Almost like squeezing the language. And I do not know why. Maybe because we do not ever expect that a being so innocent and pure, an immaculate piece of paper, light and disarmed will cause much discomfort and pain. Always temporary, but still pain. Here, dear, just thinking of you today and I did not know why until I did not saw the stack of papers on my desk. It said 500 sheet SHEET ... .. not really how I came up with six ear but sounds the same, dear.
I sucked my finger bleeding and I took the phone.