Conversa num estábulo… começou com eu me endireitando após largar uma das patas do cavalo que estava ferrando.
Eu (grunhindo): I’m tired. Garota: Tired from what? Eu: I worked too much this week already. Garota: Already? Today is Tuesday! Eu: We work too hard. Garota: You don’t. Eu: We sure do… actually, we work so hard it would kill regular human beings! Garota: Oh, cry me a river…
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