happens that your daughter in the morning throw open the bathroom door, you enter (while you are sitting quietly reading "in der place, and groped to read more) and you say I want to go. You look for a moment over his glasses, smile, and I put the book raises. And she gets astride on you, in a perfectly normal except that you're on the toilet and not on the couch and says, "We read Gandalfff?". And you open the drawer of magazines, pick one of opuscolini to accompany the Lord of the Rings miniatures and abbandonasti that you began long ago, and opened it with her. And look at the pictures together. And you say for the umpteenth, who is this wonderful time and who is and who is evil and who is good and who's bad and who is beautiful, who is King, who is and who is Ogre Mage. And who is Elf.
And smile.
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