His confit is not good and I already know, too late, it took place. Amazing how in a short time can make many wrong choices. Fool. Thinking that going in the sense of propriety in this time would be best for us both, I abdicate my face sentimentality. Images of marble Inaki keeps coming back, but I do not flexed. My clumsiness peaked when I talk about myself look at the counter, pepper foie gras, and Christmas gifts. Running in the staircase will not do the reverse, sealed by my good principles I would not even miss it a single metro. Counting the minutes on the LED panel is there any sense. In the end I'm still walking back, the thermometer pharmacies and negative reflection of my puffy face in the glass as punishment. This was not a price to pay if I could sleep later. 
