ran the point 23-20 in favor of the opponents.
I stood placidly sitting on that table malsagomata plywood commonly referred to as the bench, when Enzo, with a few brief words, summed up a broad discussion of this effect: "Mighè, we need the kind of cannon laser instead of your right arm, is time that the Kiosk Bar Volleyball Palazzolo tremble before us and repent of arrogance that has had the challenge without leave us the win " . The exact words were: "Mighè, go."
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branded ball?! |
onto the pitch in an atmosphere of deep suspicion.
Majda first tried to cloud the issue, pointing to four different areas to be covered in reception. He then told me that I was on balls to the referee, but not to worry because we were actually playing ball stamped and I was one of those who are already eliminated at the bottom of the opposing camp to scratch the chestnut.
the stands roared against me thousands of angry fans Palazzolo .
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fan Palazzolo hoards? |
The heat was suffocating, sweat coming down my eyes, sand all over my body spasms caused itching and various erythema.
The doubt that he left home to spare her pants caught me unexpectedly.

He left the beaten opponents. Luckily it was not addressed to me.

The blast vaporized the currencies of opponents who were naked and unaware of what had happened. Some of them were crying, others praying with a rosary in his hand, others called her mother. The impact of the ball with the soil dug a crater in the opposing camp.

I landed with a vague sense of loss, did not remember anything.
called me back to reality in one sentence: "Mighè, back on the bench!"
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