gray day, almost dark. Inside, in the twilight, instead of dawn, the light bulbs, I see a charge of development that maintains some astonished squad. From here, the so-called living room looks yellow opalescent, as such a room for lamps skin, not tan, but to give the golden skin tone, semi-divine. Our barker straightens the tie, poses and begins his speech, then take to draw geometric figures that colleague, as they make it up, with the strokes of the pen ... now heats, the unlucky - I see them - are asking questions and objections. It seems almost shocked and, actually, for me that I look with neutral spirit, a bit 'pissed. Since when does the voice of the Lord is at odds with unskilled unspeakable and hesitation? These are just leaving their money on deposit until we need and then give it back, updated for inflation, as we do for the salaries of those of our employees eat for nothing, in agreement with those jokers of the unions. Now it seems more calm, he unbuttoned his jacket, leans against the wall, showing off chest and a little 'belly, joining hands and, on the sideways, a paper repeatedly noted. Tilts to the right and extends his arms in the same direction, above his head, clears the table, with a gesture from the wiper, and takes away any doubts that the plot has been learned by heart.
Suddenly, everyone rises and the light is turned off: I am afraid that this was an interim meeting. How
respiratory distress for a vote, to sell anything to anyone.
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