I was thinking ... that each of us must have a quota of bad and good luck. It would be something like going off the days of the month on the calendar, or put up the numbers fichitas of our cardboard, hoping to sing Bingo. Enjoying
yesterday of a Tetra Brik wine with ice and little coca-cola, lying on the grass I realized that perhaps touching me go running first batch of bad luck that falls to me, and then one day, wind direction changes and with some good luck knots begin to unravel.
Then there may be no longer wait 4 hours for us to reply to a message.
Fingers crossed, especially by me.
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