Piazza di Pecorelli
… or the ice cream parlor project When I wanted to leave the house today, the postman handed me the samples directly. So I put them in my pocket until we were sitting in the ice cream parlor after running some errands. We are: Me (the donkey first), my girlfriend (late 50s, if it’s not citrusy, it’s yuck-powdery), the...
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