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I lost a dozen episodes of Beautiful.
I was in Japan, a geographic area where it was impossible to follow him, even via the internet, and I said to myself then Beautiful is a worldwide phenomenon, with relief. Just landed in Narita, I discovered that my phone did not field and I said to myself: I will be unreachable for ten days, with great relief. Eight time zones have also given me the illusion of really living in another world, a parallel universe that is to stay awake when they should and vice versa, and I said: nothing new, with the additional relief.
No trace of Beautiful in western Japan that has just shopping: competitivissimo.
Then the holiday is over, I went to Italy, and I had to sneak to metabolize the new network: the Forrester is still holding at Forrester. Pimp that Eric is still in charge of the tanker is empty. Relatives, friends and lackeys of warm chocolate fashion STILL soaked the seats of intestinal gas. Bill Spencer has lost. Katie has lost.
They won AGAIN the suit of Stephanie, honey, Eric, the maneuver of Steffy, the futility of Thorne and the obtuseness of Taylor.
I'm just drinking glass should be: campai.
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