that is...my 84 yo aunt. sweet. i came back from florence a few days ago, and rested accordingly in bucharest. translation: accordingly = 5 mini-pitchers of sangria, one beer, one glass of white wine. next day, migraine, as usual, but it was well worth it. so i departed bucharest to arrive, once again in constanza. dad picks me up, noticing a bruise on my neck. well, the bruise wasn't a bruise, it was more of a suction-bruise, that i couldn't explain, simply couldn't. not that i was embarassed to do so, after all, me and dad are like sisters :), but i could not remember what had happened the previous night. it couldn't have been the dancers i was mesmerized by at one local pub, because i never got close enough to them (damn it! :),
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