Rent To Own Home Contract, Sample

WALL-ET!

Saturday , I'm leaving. Should I bring

rumenta to various people, and I doto of bag.

time out, I put away the stuff IUM2, I shower.

I get dressed, picking out the need for: key, chiavicasa, mobile phone ..

not find his wallet.


swore.


then swore.


Comincio a ribaltare pile di roba in camera mia, portando alla luce appunti di filosofia, canzonieri scout, confezioni di kinder paradiso e altro materiale vintage anniottanta.

Nulla.

Cerco, seppur con più criterio, in altre stanze della casa.

Nulla.

Tento il tutto per tutto e telefono a mio fratello

'Hey'
'Hai il mio portafoglio?'
'aspetta....sì'
'ecco, bravo, portamelo'

Esco di casa borsello in mano e scendo ad aspettarlo.


Arriva.


Si scusa.


He hands me a portfolio.




ITS.


I look at him.


'..... this is not my '
' no ''
's your fuckin'
'ah'
'...'
'I had looked on the wrong side'
'...'
'on that side are the same!'
'seems to me that the scientific mentality that seems to be developing should allow to extend your empiricism on both sides of a portfolio, no? '
'see see'

fall.


re-turn to my room. (thus bringing it back to the initial situation)


begin to move furniture, tear wallpaper, knocking on walls in search of a particular sound, move books in libraries looking secret passages.


Meanwhile I get a message.


dip his hand into the bag to search for the phone.



eyes are wide open, the epiphany huge ego hanged.


Before leaving I just la presenza di spirito di notificare l'accaduto a mio fratello, facendogli presente che 'il più pirla resto sempre me'.