George Faber:
Just when a man is about to say goodbye to his... tiny folly... what does he look up and see but his wife's green and penetrating orbs. And just as he's figured out a way to handle that unfortunate situation, by buying buckets of champagne, some flowers, a few crown jewels and some "let's get together" cards, a telephone rings and I'm called to Paris.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:36