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Droppie (V parte)

The formula that was found was perfect: he was referring to the peonies, but it could also allude to Peter and Nicholas. Simply brilliant-he complimented himself while holed-mail with the photo to: His mother Silvia M., 14 Via Vetere, Milano.
Silvia arrived on Thursday evening. The boy went to pick her up at the station Terms with a large stuffed dog as a gift for the child. But David, as expected, and even a little 'hoped for, was not there. Silvia was able to rely on grandparents for a couple of days, taking advantage of Labor Day. And then wanted to enjoy that birthday in the Eternal City with only his best friend and her peonies, he said, embracing him beaming.

At home, the boy showed cheerful, thoughtful, and he was speaking. Although he had to bite his tongue a few times over the pact they had made to the birth of David. Not allowed to comment on the belly, breasts or weight of Silvia David until he had taken a year. This was the deal. It was hard to silence his strong sense of aesthetics but the guy there did it. To avoid gaffes, he spoke as little as possible and let her speak. A Silvia did not seem true to finally be able to vent with someone to love and found a man who knew how to listen without interruption until the end with inappropriate jokes, trivia questions and unsolicited advice. Not even became suspicious when the boy's cell phone rang and he put the ring instead of answering muted. It was not a man like any other, nor a woman, he said. And in his heart he blessed him and all gay people on the planet.
But the next day had to change his mind. The party was wonderful, the house a crash, the peonies and wonderful Peter and Nicola-owners of the gay couple house-really delicious. But his friend was really unbearable: his mood was black and his uncontrollable nervousness. But Silvia was determined to have fun at any cost and he did. He was happy to twirl now with Peter, now with Nicole and all their friends and loved its mirror image and multiplied by an infinitesimal difference in the mirrors that adorn the four walls of the hall Still, he had to admit, those two or three pounds of too. Just when everyone had gone and found himself face to face with the boy to smoke the last cigarette in the garden peonies in the middle of the tackles.

"Explain to me what the fuck thou hast? And 'all night you keep the muzzle. Did not I ask not me to take me to the palace to celebrate my birthday! It was you who insist on passing both of your friends here at home rich men. "
"Ricchioni, you mean."
"And luckily there were other, otherwise you know what a beautiful celebration of shit".
"..."
"Perfect, we missed that too. Mo 'well you get to cry. "

When he calmed down and was able to speak, the boy told the whole story without leaving out even the smallest detail. Silvia was like a sister to him and she was not ashamed of anything. At the end came to take our coats in the blue room and went away without saying goodbye. Silvia raised an eyebrow and said: "The beds are made for two." No one dared to breathe in the car at home.