The asphalt rushing under the belly of the little blue Mini, the silence of the summer heat of the Tuscan countryside comes up against the windshield that divide two contrasting worlds. Stella takes the ball stereo and listen to the music business that you do not expect ever to be an artist. It was never described as a person especially cold but feels a bit 'stupid to have left this time so deeply hurt. Michael is a man at the end and it's normal, what was the end was but the past can erase, just erase the memory and then erase the memory from the future. Over the miles an asphalt ago sharper, grainy, small Mini is returning to speed with less conflict with the traffic and the ability of the pilot.
Park in the square, turn off the stereo, pull the handbrake, switching off the car and took off the seat belt, comes out, close, and activate the alarm.
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