UPDATE: My apologies to those who elected me to make the game of 8 nosequé.
I'm not saying I hate chains, or I do not like those games, or "Do not you have anything better to post?". Just I have no desire to post.
Sallu! -------------------------------------------------
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Yesterday I went to the pharmacy to apply, as every Monday and Thursday. When I arrive, I greet the pharmacist and we have the following dialogue:
Him: What chilly outside does not?
Me: Puffff ...
Me: Today-eh-is today the day to eat a stew of lentils and sent to bed. He
, stunned, stunned, as if he had seen a ghost : I get scared, you're a witch. You know I'm going to eat today?
Me: Yes, lentil stew. He
no longer shocked or stunned or as if he had seen a ghost, but as resigned to a future that is as expected by some and not for him, as if you were running out of something: Yes ..
Poor ... never going to know that during the 180 days during the fall and winter together, when I say "That's cold!" I invariably answer "Yes, it is to eat a stew of lentils and sent to bed."
Now, if you have two neurons can extrapolate this conversation and realize how easy it can be the "work" of a tarot reader / psychic / whatever.
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