Sunday, January 2, 2011

Que vas tu faire sans moi?

I was told your intestines rumble. It was not a nice sound. You were feeling pretty uncomfortable. Every time you're in a stressful situation, your intestines get upset. You give me an accusatory glance and I look back at you and nod my head. It's not fair. Don't do that. We have a life too, you know. There's no need to make us feel bad. Stop feeling sorry for yourself. It's not the end of the world, okay? It's not like we dump you somewhere and forget about you. You're not even home alone, you're in good hands, so relax Rebba. There's no need to worry. I'll be home before you know it..


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