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Spooktober 29 – The Black Monk (4)

Chapter 7 One long winter night Kovrin was lying in bed, reading a French novel. Poor Tanya, who had headaches in the evenings from living in town, to which she was not accustomed, had been asleep a long while, and, from time to time, articulated

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Spooktober 28 – The Black Monk (3)

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  • LittlePot
    Posted at 13:17h, 12 January Reply

    Ciao! Grazie per essere passata dalle mie pagine… in realtà se odio le seppie ripiene è solo perchè una volta, ero piccola, ho avuto la febbre a 40° (l’unica volta) e a pranzo mangiai seppie ripiene per poter avere lo “stomaco pieno” per prendere i medicinali… bè l’effetto non è stato granchè entusiasmante :-) per cui ora il solo odore delle seppie ripiene mi fa morire. Però adoro il pesce, ecco.

    Baci

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 13:26h, 12 January Reply

    In effetti seppie ripiene può non essere il cibo adatto se si è indisposti ;-)

  • Nevskji
    Posted at 14:01h, 13 January Reply

    Meglio sempre l’impepata di cozze.

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 14:05h, 13 January Reply

    Un toccasana per tutte le stagioni, direi.

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