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Two years later the only thing that’s changed is that my ass is a little bit bigger. There’s still no room up there for Danes, however.
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Love this post! I I thought for sure it was just me! I am ALWAYS in the way here in Italy. No matter what manner of forethought I have put into my shopping, walking, biking, driving. I laugh at it now (mostly), but man that was a learning curve. ha!
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Lol, not just you! I guess it doesn’t surprise me as much with Italians (Mwah!Mwah!Lovers! Let me hug you!) as it does with the Danes (Grrr! Viking! Stay away!). In any case, it drives me nuts! Still!
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