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Another peculiarity of the Lagotto is constituted by his delusions of persecution: he, as a micro parallel world and the metaphysical, is convinced that the entire universe exists in terms of resent him. Lagotto makes victimhood and whining of a reason to live, and that his persecution mania leads him to search for explanations of his being hated in the depths of his fervent mente.Data the origin of the explanations that autofornisce, these can only be of enormous cows. An example: Lagotto in his life had very few women, if they can chiamare.La her first sexual experience was mercenary, at the age of twenty-one years old I took him myself one night in a notorious district of the city I live in, where the streets are full of generous ladies, mostly of color. I waited patiently outside the (my) car and the Lagotto important to complete the experience, and while chatting amiably with some of these girls and other males who were standing around (what you do for friends ...) . riaccompagnai When the home was strangely silent. Usually verbose when they do not speak is because something hatch, which promptly broke at the time to say goodbye. "I'm very disappointed," he said, "I thought after making love we'd be embraced for a while to cuddle. Apparently, I was obnoxious and has been with me only because I paid!" I gave up trying to explain that the mercenary love, generally, it works according to these rules, and made the biggest mistake of my life: I replied, "You should look for another kind of woman." All hell broke loose! Twenty-one years of sexual repression and delusions of persecution came out strongly at once: "Where can I find? NOWADAYS THE GIRLS LOOK JUST THE MONEY AND THE MACHINE!" It got out of (my) car, without even giving me time to reply, also because on my side, I had very valid arguments to dismantle its fragile thesis: I had a girlfriend, sweet, smart, nice, died hair long and smooth as silk , deep blue eyes and a fifth of the bra. And I went around in a Fiat 127 bianca.Da that time trying to create an image that satisfied the canons, according to his way of thinking, could one day lead a girl to fall for him, became his obsession. First he needed a machine: he, having to reconcile its economic scarcity with the need to have a 'prestigious car, chose a Fiat Bravo 1.6 16V, payable with a lease of 60 (sessanta!) monthly payments, debt also its possible future progenie.I Lagotto early days was filled with an inner charge out of the ordinary: it seemed that his new and prestigious (a Fiat!) means of transport he did hear the owner of the World, and suddenly all his insecurities were as vanished. After a few months based on continuous two of spades, despite the stack of bills on which he traveled, his inner office was like that of a battery Varta used fifteen years old. There was something wrong, but could not figure out what. Yet now he had a nice car. Maybe it was the way she dressed? Maybe the universe really hated him? Again, he asked for help from his neural network, that gave the explanation that the girls "are all bitches and if they pull it, and if you win, you must be shit over them." But back to the Fiat Bravo 1.6 16V, payable with a leasing of 60 (sessanta!) monthly installments. That at least had left, but had lost its meaning: he was no longer a status symbol able to give him the love of his life, but simply a common means of transport, more expensive and cumbersome to maintain. Perhaps unconsciously, he developed a visceral hatred towards the useless iron, and should be for this reason that over the years, periodically, you get some little incident. Every two months, a collision occurred, an impact against some wall, a Sfriso against an 'other car stops coming out of a parking lot. This series of microtrauma reduced as the Fiat Bravo 1.6 16V and so on. worthy of a jalopy to a Palermo, once saw her, I noticed that one of the lights was broken and the area around visibly bruised. "I had a black eye!" I said Meanwhile Lagotto.Nel lease, petrol, road tax, insurance, continued to rage on his poor pockets like a sword of Damocles, that to do? you could not sell the car: if anyone would be taken in those conditions. Until a few months later, for once, Lagottovenne blessed by fortune. "Someone stole my car," he said ...
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