Last Saturday, during dental procedures, I realized that you have sanded the skin of my last, poor, wisdom tooth.
A little pain started right away ... "Will, as always!" I told myself.
But it is not past at all.
Two days later the pain became more acute, the cheek that was inflated just inside (outside everything seems normal ...) I am forced to eat my meals carefully and in an infinite slowness .
I tried to tidy up a little house with a view of the Pistoia Blues, but with poor results.
All my attention was aimed at the small, annoying, damn tooth.
Nevertheless, the evening I have not given up going to see Jenny at the Dark Age of Prato.
Result?
Two hours later I was back home, desperate for un'Oki.
Alessandra
... and while I Rassetto, someone is resting peacefully ...
photo in the reflection of the mirror to the Dark Ages ...
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