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did a month with him. took a month, exactly the same sentence would have said an al fresco. they gave me three months, I made a month. serve a sentence. is this? serve a long sentence to be held on account, to remember the day and the hour and minute of the first and second time you started to do a month. time and date, time and bill in protest at the end of the month you pay the payment, you pay for love the same way you pay the arrears, and she did a month with him. and practically it means that that month was different, it was wide open a door on the past and the future that already called to say it is already something else, and that month was perhaps the most intense of all his life that deserves to be said, it deserves to become part of the sentence 'I did a month' as \u200b\u200bif to say who created the weather, which has distorted the space-time so as to create something else that month keeps only the phoneme. the month but are in fact four letters in a row because the month that you did is different from the month that other people did. not a half months is to say that the months are different depending on how one makes them-if he does so with the man of her month, the man with whom she spent the month, the goal of a race obstacles in vain, the five hundred meter breaststroke butterfly. the event, birth, death, all in that word 'month'. she did a month, and he did it with him. they did a month. have distorted the time in their favor, that month may be a minute can be diecianni. may be nothing. they did a month, and now they are two to count the time to move balls on the large abacus first closest and then the farthest. to remember. to remember that in three months they did four months and a reminder that the next time the digital counter to zero and start over. remember. to be able to forget the time should remember, however. should not mention at all should not mark the X on the calendar every day to finally reach the moment where the sun do not you take more chess and you enjoy light shade. until such time as the burning of their days will be brighter than the dim light of their boring day until the moment when sorcerers return immune to sit on the grate like a fakir on a bed of nails, watching dawn on the horizon without reciting litanies, without invoices with VAT at twenty percent.