In the parking lot
«Look at that, it’s not possible! Taken by some pity you save a dying dog from the street and what do you earn from it? He destroys your house to catch the cat, owns the remote as if it was his, he makes you break up with your woman» Italo murmured between himself, black as a chimney sweep, while we walked to the police central.
«Look, that you and “your woman” are not together yet!» I underlined, he sent me the umpteenth death glare and kept ranting without getting the provocation.
«But it’s not all: a corrupted policemen makes him an ambush and because of him you almost die, you save yourself by a hair and what does he do then? He steals your body because his is not good anymore and uses it with nonchalance, without the minimum respect. And then, ad if it wasn’t eno
