It is December and there is sunshine. The sky is clear and blue. Not even so cold. The sea and mountains. It seems to be in Rio de Janeiro.
Yet here I am trapped in 'is the machine. I have the car with the engine broken, which will be repaired in "no take two days ..". There is a tail that is probably far from a nerve Voltri. I also came first, that "you never know."
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There is bus strike.
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There is simple task of political economy.
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