Buying a Samsung Tablet p.c.

In between we buy a Samson Tablet. At the plaza where glitz spills in the hall and the corridors of  efficient silence.

The tablets abound in stories. Stories of a prude Helmer and his wife Nora ,trying to echo feminist cries in the nineteenth century. Stories of giant insects one finds oneself transformed into. A metamorphosis.

The cold weighs you down. In the head, a brandy might help lighten.But with that kind of smell one feels like a watchman looking for sorrow-escapes in the basement. Heck, this is an annual affair. The cold is a frivolous game played in the head. Nothing serious.


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