Tu mi turbi (You Upset Me) Page #2

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The ear, the other...

So what's here?

Enough to dry.

A dry!

Bravo, ready.

See how you were dirty,

and do not want to wash!

Come on, it's over the bathroom!

Are you hungry?

I like to have dinner.

But unfortunately there is nothing.

Well, I think there

a fish.

But only one.

Who will eat it?

Me? Thanks, very friendly.

It is up to richer.

Dinner is over, no more.

Thank you.

Look up!

A private property!

Look here!

Another! This will give it to you,

you eat dinner and that's it...

And very rich!

They are great!

Look there!

A calf without milk!

Watch!

Miracle, "milagrsimo"!

Did you see?

I know even with the bread making.

If you give me a loaf of bread,

I make 712 loaves appear

and a baker.

Depends on the day.

Look there!

Nothing, I always get.

You can serve more,

if you are in trouble.

I like you because you're gay.

I like the whole family.

You, your father Joseph,

hard worker,

your mother Mary...

Mary...

Mary... Mary...

To you I can tell you,

your mother Mary

I always liked it.

When we were young,

I was in love.

Yes, I liked it.

I was young and not ugly...

And so...

I liked.

Nothing ever happened and nobody

did you know, not even her.

But a voice,

one day I took a look, but...

I could not more,

dreamed of her,

I wanted to see it,

to hug her, hard.

I wanted to talk about anything,

type:
"How old are you?"

Perhaps a sentence

but was never able.

I loved, one day

even decided to tell him.

I came, I saw and I said:

"I marry Joseph. "

Exclaimed:
"No!" And she: "Yes".

You stay bad.

I said:

"Why are you home with Joseph?"

He replied:
"I must. Must... "

and it stuck with me.

Someone insisted, even at night:

"You must marry Joseph. "

I could not tell who was

because it was someone very influential.

People are not concerned with their affairs.

But she found herself well.

I was wrong,

but eventually I get it.

If your mother had married me,

maybe you had not been born

and a girl was born.

But a child

would not have changed the world.

I'll tell you a story

and then to the bed.

It is the story of a father

they had two sons,

one was called Prodigal and the other...

Forget it.

Prodigal was a nervous type,

always angry.

One day he said:
"I'm leaving".

And the father:
"Where?"

And he:
"Where I please"

and began to argue.

For any nonsense

was nervous.

One day he lost a sheep,

but neither sought.

When his father died,

came home and said:

"I want to see the will!

The old man, the new! "

They began to argue

and angry.

I never understood well

why

but at a certain point

bought a meadow.

Planted three olive

it needed oil.

And he began to throw rocks at all.

He said:
"I throw the first stone!"

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