Forpen. DAY. Three women wander the aisles. One of the three is me.
not look at them directly in the face because it would be rude, but the use of the corner of his eye is enough to make me out without effort we have all roughly the same age.
The first comes from the store and the clerk: goodbye lady!
The second leaves the shop and conmmessa: goodbye lady!
The third is me. I left the store and the clerk: So hello!
Misery mortadella, I would have kissed her mouth. It is not malice.
's just that you become a tad bit competitive with the march toward middle age.
