P. is thinking about her everytime, since so long time.
P. this evening has got a hair cut from the opposite volley team, 3-0 e tòt à ca'.
P. after this break by the coiffeur has gone to birreria to party the unhonorable lost.
P., as every second of his actual life, in the birrery, was thinking about how good it would have been to stay there with her.
P. drowned (ha affogato) her image in beer.
P. thinks beer is good to forget her, and to stop thinking about her, but just for a while, precisely until the alcool stays in his blood.
P. is thinking of another method to forget her, maybe more longful.
P. don't know what to do, as usual, and he wishes night will take help to him.
P. is paranoid, android, sad, unbearable, unconscious, sleepy, in love anymore, sob.
P.
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Everybody loves the birrery!
Troppo tardi...
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Datti un tono per Dio! Tu non sei come ti vedi.
Fa-sol va bene come tono? Cos'è che non va in come mi vedo? L'unbearable, forse? O lo sleepy, magari...
Non c'è bisogno che te lo spieghi...
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