As I past the tunnel The Negrón towards Leon, Ravel's Bolero is in crescendo (out loud) in my car. There peazo storm but in the tunnel I do not hear. And almost as if you were (or were) prepared just as you exit the tunnel, comes the final rush of the song, to clean the car without being able to remove all the water that was falling. It was a brutal time, I bristled all body hair!
(three minutes from start to touch all)
For this reason, this weekend I came down to see mom and I happened fact-taxi bus driver. And I have had to go to the cemetery and stuff ...
And over my car has decided that this will be the Fall of repairs, so I had to leave it there. Another grass I'll have to drop.
And nothing more to say, well yes, that tomorrow is a holiday and if you hated them before, and I tell you now. HATE THE HOLIDAYS!
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