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past few days there are two shortcomings that they spend on the terrace of the mother, allegedly arranging carancho not know what the rear, and painting. The truth is that I welcome very warmly when they come to settle, because having a window in my room overlooking the terrace, I feel a little observed, and while I have to bancar all conversations in a tune asshole that makes me laugh (I have to repress, obviously) and while it is VERY loud (where be?). Lower the shade is not an option ... I have to stay with no natural light at fault? Neither sticks!
The only good thing is when to do their job (as usual) and paint. God, how I missed the smell of paint, I love it!
That, plus the love for the smell of gasoline (which my whole family would get a headache) and I love my "new" seat of power (parétesis: last year I completed building problems , in the headquarters 'official' college, which is on Corrientes and houses all the powers, least of arts, and the buffet, library, etc etc. This year I'm already on the other seat on Sarmiento, which is what we have workshops and houses the only art: P) because they feel the smell of turpentine and acid used for etching, I officially became an eccentric nose. But a nose happy!
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