Toti in bucatarie (ca numa’ acolo se pot infaptui anumite activitati culinare si numa’ acolo avem semnal la mobil ;)), ta’su presteaza un risotto, io ma telefonez cu amicii iar Irisu’ rontaie la niste Molenaartje Corn Peanuts. Ea in marine look, cu cigarette jeans si tricou alb bleumarin, cu un pufulete la mijlocul buzei de jos, se uita in ochii mei si zice angelic:
– Uite, mama, piercing! Si da asa din buza si din pufulete in acelasi timp.
Noi doi, stana de piatra, pana ta’su da intr-un ras nervos uitandu-se la fata mea, in continuare impietrita. Am ras si io, ce sa fac? :D
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