There is this small thing that drives me crazy when it comes to Florentine teenagers. I am sure that what I am about to recount happens in many other countries, but I am just not used to this type of behavior and I will never be ok with it. The story goes back to the days when my belly was a giant basketball hitting everything in its path. During my pregnancy I had to use the bus a lot and at...
Day 293 – Common sense
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