shocked my husband's face is priceless (I say shit, but then after that I always seem to hurt him, when, poor, basically did nothing wrong, it's not his fault if married to a wonder woman!).
Well - I said - I shot behind the front door without removing the keys inside and no one in particular.
What moron! some might say a little noticed.
But I do not lose heart.
I go to retrieve plates to break into the door, like the time the firemen came after only three hours of waiting and with a "flap" of the chest plate opened the lock of our house.
This morning I was prepared.
So then I'll leave my husband because you should never contradict a boy in action, pointing your feet on the mat, takes off his glasses because he sees the cracks close up, grunts, snorts, sgrinfia with all his might. We could use the ATM card - tell him - to break open the door, seen that this plate does not go neither forward nor backward. He ah but what the hell you say, the plate can go around (according to him the plate had to do to Zigo Zago was a mage) while the ATM is simply too short. It continues with the plate, with glasses, with the puffs. Up to that angelic voice I say: I try?
agile as a panther, I appropinquo the door and nonchalantly pulled out a card from his wallet. With the mastery of the typical thief navigation, shove into the slot and I decided to act with "stock" and open the door.
's face (from rosicone!) My husband at that moment is priceless.
For the rest, of course, there's an ATM!
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