go to the beach or even just annoys me, there's sand you tagging along, not to mention the salt air and humidity, not to mention the pressure that I end up underfoot and I immediately put ko.
Then I can not stand the screams, the music from the speakers and people who want to socialize force ...
Only one thing I like, peep the other people especially those who read.
Oh, I do not care what they read newspapers or magazines, I care what you wear on the beach a little more puzzle of the week, at least if they are glued together with towels.
Yesterday for example there was a girl all made up with other people, had quite a large book with a cover uncut, struck me because it's the sort of book that a freak like me would not lead to the beach.
But if we go down the thing, I've never seen him in hand Oh, it was moved to his left from his right hand over and over again, then at some point kept him on the left foot on the couch, then finished on the floor on a towel, was "Marina" by Zafon, hardcover, ... fate?
And then there was another woman in her fifties, definitely read three different Harmony, but in the afternoon we went down late, so in reality you may have read more.
The thing that intrigued me is that it hid the covers with his hands, made me think that perhaps he was ashamed, but what's wrong?
And then two rows behind us was an elderly gentleman with a brown straw hat, he read Le Carre, and I loved it! That is, a grandfather read stories of espionage ... I do not know I felt that would make it much more youthful.
And me? I I read "The Perfect provisionally" Carofiglio, but only a few pages, because otherwise how could I get me the affairs of others??
Then I can not stand the screams, the music from the speakers and people who want to socialize force ...
Only one thing I like, peep the other people especially those who read.
Oh, I do not care what they read newspapers or magazines, I care what you wear on the beach a little more puzzle of the week, at least if they are glued together with towels.
Yesterday for example there was a girl all made up with other people, had quite a large book with a cover uncut, struck me because it's the sort of book that a freak like me would not lead to the beach.
But if we go down the thing, I've never seen him in hand Oh, it was moved to his left from his right hand over and over again, then at some point kept him on the left foot on the couch, then finished on the floor on a towel, was "Marina" by Zafon, hardcover, ... fate?
And then there was another woman in her fifties, definitely read three different Harmony, but in the afternoon we went down late, so in reality you may have read more.
The thing that intrigued me is that it hid the covers with his hands, made me think that perhaps he was ashamed, but what's wrong?
And then two rows behind us was an elderly gentleman with a brown straw hat, he read Le Carre, and I loved it! That is, a grandfather read stories of espionage ... I do not know I felt that would make it much more youthful.
And me? I I read "The Perfect provisionally" Carofiglio, but only a few pages, because otherwise how could I get me the affairs of others??
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