Last night I had a nightmare when a thief came into my house and my guard dog not barking.
"Aisha, Aisha," I screamed, fearing that they had killed.
But no: wagging his tail with joy the visit of a thief!
I wake up and go to the garden. She looks at me slyly and turns to sleep.
was just a bad dream!
I can not sleep and turn on the TV.
Beak Matrix, they speak of the alleged incriminating photos of Sircana.
Minister of Justice Mastella from the Belpietro to you.
half stoned I'll still sleep.
Mastella from the Belpietro to you. Ehhh?
Felt by the Minister of you ... Clement of you at Felt ... When you say
premonitory dream ...
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