Infernale

Dulapul meu e infernal! Intotdeauna se rastoarna cu tot ce are-n el si nu gasesc niciodata nimic. Poseta mea e infernala… E o vale, un hau, unde lucrurile cad si se duc, si se duc de nu le mai poti vedea. Masina mea e un infern, cu obiecte mici pe scaune, pe sub scaune, intre scaune, in portbagaj, sub capota, peste tot, peste tot.
Ziua asta toata e infernala! Fiindca m-a rasturnat, m-a aruncat, m-a bagat pe sub, peste, in si intre atatea probleme. Totdeauna infernale!

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