I have a classmate I had not heard of at least 30 years. I found it on facebook, and fully consistent with the kind of intensive contacts and vital that social networks provide, there are two messages exchanged greetings and then died there.
But now I have it among our friends, so if a comment shouts of course I read it. She has two teenage children who begin the final examinations. A couple of days ago he wrote something like: Oh God that anxiety! Which may leave traces? They say around ecology, war, 150 years of the Republic!
I thought about it a bit 'up. I said to myself think. I do not see for 30 years and have sent only a greeting. You are not so intimate. Do not. Is' quiet. Keep your salacious irony for you. Silence, Holy Mother, be quiet!
Now do a test: according to you, knowing me, I did it? I managed to keep his mouth shut? Before you continue reading, think about it. Give me a considered response.
Done? Bravi. And 'that. The escaltion of verbal abuse which I have tried to stem the reflux autointimorirmi gastoesofageo of 150 years of the Republic has not helped. I've trimmed a joking comment hoping he had some 'sense of humor.
Now that she has taken honestly do not know. But did not answer. He canceled his speech and any related comments.
Too bad, eh? Too bad. Another wonderful relationship between the wrecked perilous waters of Facebook.
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