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I speak, I am a chatterbox.

forty-five years I have taken well. Every day I take the train to Milan, one of the seven forty-five.

As my year!

usually hold four seats for my colleagues, let us travel together, talk, so time passes more quickly.

Some days it is cloudy and then passes more slowly, but if it's sunny and everyone is talking about the first pass more readily.

I have a son and a seven-twelve years, seven as the seven o'clock train. I often talk about them, what they do, or my husband.

My husband forty-seven years. It is a good man but speaks little. There is no way to make him speak more than necessary. But a husband is still a husband.

few days ago, precisely, on the train talking about this issue with Mariella, my colleague. "We need to keep them close, their husbands' I said to Mariella. "You're right," she said.

Pierce, however, disagreed. Pierre is my other colleague. He says he does everything for their children, that his wife does not care. "I do everything for their children," said Pierce.

I then I told him that yes, even I do everything for their children, even keep my husband do it for the children, if not, at this time I'd already gone for a while. Mariella then said that people should make do. I did not understand it but I was right.

I particularly care about. I do not care to say my views or clever or strange things, just talk. I have a lot to tell.

Type once my oldest son to school was the lack of religion. "How do you get all eight and the inadequacy of religion?" I said. And he's like nothing. She did not answer. Then I asked him again, but a bit 'more angry. "I do not know," he says.

His preferred response. I do not know. Nobody knows anything! We are in Italy, maybe it's normal, I think.

Sometimes, returning from work, I'm alone. On the train. Then, yes, I have to arrange. Threw out a few words out loud. Maybe ask to the front of the train is if he goes to Turin or Torino.

If attack responds to speak. "Excuse me, you go to Turin?" I said the other day a gentleman. "No, I stop at the next," he answered all polite. He even made a half-smile! So I took advantage.

"Of course these trains are always late!" I said.

He said, 'Oh, yes .... "

"If they were not always behind might be able to make something decent for dinner instead of nothing. At least ten minutes we will have forever. When there are twenty, or half an hour! You know how many times? Did you know? You take this train every day? "

" No. "

" You know why I ask? Excuse me if I indeed the facts on oi, but can I ask why I take it every day and how many times I know it is late, oh if I know! If you ask me how many times is late I can not tell him, but only because they are not able to do calculations without a calculator if you do not know what to say to him word for word how many times this damn train is late! Any excuse to be late! So they do give a damn? Mica do not have dinner, their! They maneuver their train up and down and who we have seen we have seen! Once we occupied the tracks with my colleagues to protest! We believe we have made a fine? Fine! They should pay us for them to get on these trains, which brackets suck! I'm late and they suck! But he sees how much they suck? Where she sat, for example, there was a stain! Yes, right there behind her! And then the crumbs! There are all these trains! And of course nobody cleans! They pretend to clean! Do you think that the cleaners clean up? Not only do not clean , but once, I swear on my husband, I saw them myself personally that made ------------------------ -----------------------------------------