It is full of bad thoughts, we secretly hope that it will be lousy. Normal because there is not, since we chosen not to be ... But doubt creeps sly, perhaps now need to be there. The hours pass, we clean the car, watering the garden, cut some dead flowers, we try to pick up a book but did not head it.
And gross profit tumbles on the Internet, a flood of trophies. We are reassured immediately that it was Dax mean anything. We know that Dax has long been a strange alchemy masters in the art to convey a poor show for a bullfight triumphant ... Yes but Morante both ears. Here it titillates, it feels a bit wrong ... we need to know really. So we phone to a trusted friend, a comrade of afición. There was him and the chopper grave: it was good, the bulls well presented, with some of the cast, and the natural opposite Morante, the best since Manolo Vazquez ... And that meanwhile there was vacuuming his car ... like a real jerk!
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