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“What a bad weather!”, said one of the students of the drawing class, coming in the library for the second lesson.
“Yes, the so-called wolves’ weather”, confirmed Marco Ferrarini, arrived a few moments before, “this snow blizzard slows everything up. I hope the others manage to come without any trouble.”
They waited another ten minutes after the prearranged time of the lesson, then the teacher took a decision: “Since it’s just three of you, what do you think if we move this lesson to tomorrow?”, he suggested, “the room should be free anyway, I just asked.”
Luigi and the other two guys that went exchanged a look, then they nodded.
“Well, we’ll see each other tomorrow then. I’ll personally notify it to who didn’t make it today. I hope it stops snowing. If it keeps like this, tomo
