One icy January in the Old Town I slipped and slid at least fifty meters down a street and came to a halt then only because a pizza restaurant had cleared their by piling up a bank of snow. No broken bones--very pleased bout that, so celebrated with...what else? A pizza. Really good one, too. It had to be destiny.
One icy January in the Old Town I slipped and slid at least fifty meters down a street and came to a halt then only because a pizza restaurant had cleared their by piling up a bank of snow. No broken bones--very pleased bout that, so celebrated with...what else? A pizza. Really good one, too. It had to be destiny.
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