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Titolo: tirami su

There was once a man, who lived alone in a humble flat. He wasn't
happy, but neither was he unhappy: he had no aspirations. 
He was working when he saw the woman who changed his life. He worked
in a bank and on the first Monday of December a very beautiful woman
with long hair deposited her money in the bank.
He fell in love at first sight, but the woman, after depositing the
money, went away, and he didn't know where. He would have spoken to
her, if she had stayed still there, but she was only in the bank a few
minutes, and he wasn't a quick type.
Now he had an aspiration, so he became sad.
He wasn't used to drinking alcoholic drinks and normally he didn't,
but now he got used to drinking something in a bar near the bank after
he finished working. He never drank the same drink, every evening he
had a new drink, but after a week there wasn't anything new to drink.
He took to drinking, and sometimes he drank too much, so somebody had
to help him to come back to home.
His life was changing. But he was a lonely man, so nobody could help
him.
He stopped working, but nobody phoned him, and after a few days there
was already a substitute.
He left the town.
He began travelling without  once stopping. When he finished his money
got to work as courier. He was working hard, so he continued
travelling. 
One day he had to make a delivery to an important person - as his
manager said. 
He arrived at a big building. He had to go up to the last floor, but
he was suffering from claustrophobia, and he couldn't go up by lift  (
he couldn't take the lift ). So he climbed the stairs.
The building had 47 floors. When he arrived on the last floor was
exhausted and very sweaty.
While he was walking, puffing and sweating on account of the climb,
through the corridor, the people who were there was saw him turned up
their nose. But this wasn't important for him, he walked without
stopping. 
THE END 
Suddenly he saw a woman. He became aware that she was the woman who he
loved. She went into the room in which he had to make the delivery. He
became nervous and decided not to go into the room. What is more he
was completely wet, so he thought of returning after a shower.
A couple of hours later he came back to the building to deliver the
parcel. But instead of the thing which he had to deliver, he intended
give her a gift that he had bought for her. 
While he was walking to the building, he put on his thinking-cap on
what he would say to her.
He was near the main door of the building when a burglar took him to
cover his escape, but the burglar didn't know that the man who was
taken was suffering from heart disease. 
The courier in love died.
So the burglar was captured, the courier couldn't declare his love to
the woman, and she didn't receive the parcel.
Frenz Shaboo

E' una storia molto triste, soprattutto nel punto in cui lui, alla ricerca
di emozioni forti, decide di farsi depilare le ascelle con la motosega, con
le sconcertanti conseguenze che ci descrivi con tanta minuziosità... Una
cosa mi sfugge: perchè il doberman alla fine anzichè mangiare il biscotto
decide di assumerlo per via rettale?
Lord Beotian il poliglotta
P.S.: Perchè in inglese e non in russo? Perchè non in sanscrito?

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Perchè allora non postarlo per niente ?
ciao
Frenz Shaboo