L'amore a Domicilio
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Miriam Leone
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I tasted the coffee, it's been ready for two minutes.
Ah!
No, but you didn't have to bother, you know.
Nice here.
I'm four.
What was that?
Italian philosophy, 28.
Almost 30.
Briefly.
But you're out of the way, I guess.
Are you saying I'm old?
No, I'm not gonna tell you that.
I saw here earlier.
Mom!
You look alike, why?
I knew right away.
She seems nice.
He's dead.
I'm sorry.
She wasn't nice anyway.
I'm sorry he's dead.
You don't give a shit anyway.
What do you mean I don't give a shit?
Come on, you don't give a shit.
But you're alone.
Do I care?
You don't give a shit.
What, you don't want to?
No, it's just that I thought you'd done all this for.
Just passing through.
I told you you're not fast.
Oh, my God, you stole my purse.
Sorry.
Pepsi.
Squeeze me.
Squeeze me.
Louder.
It's not like I'm coming back.
But who?
Mom!
But work?
But the hairdresser?
Yesterday a disturbance broke.
Where?
What the fuck are you talking about?
No, for collar. It was an act, it wasn't a shock.
What do you do during the day?
Nothing.
The lawyer told me about.
Run some tests.
So maybe I'd impress the judge.
But I don't understand shit.
For the rest.
I watch this success on TV.
And.
I'm trying to avoid my mother.
You think I haven't seen her since I ran away from home ***** in Catania.
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