..the day was done and it had been another blue Sunday. I went outside to rake leaves, but gave up before I even started.
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In the town near the “Golden Frog” disco
There was a woman who always begged for money at the traffic intersection. If you didn’t give anything, she would look at you and say, ” ok… prossima volta…” (next time). I saw her there for years and years…