Transfer Calls: Anziano Stoll and I are locked in a supreme battle of missing blinks. A calculating inhalation only breaks the silence of our fight... Who can go the longest without blinking? Benge, or Stoll? Then suddenly the phone leaps off the table and charges us.
Ok, I didnt happen like that at all. But we did get transfer calls. Anziano Stoll is heading away to Liguria coasts while I will stay here at Padova.
My new companion will be Anziano Squire, who is apparently from Kansas, so I've heard. Anziano Driver is also staying, his comp. will be Anziano Scoggin or something.
This week we had some good lessons with Tenal, preparing him for his Baptism. We also met with Kenneth, and old investigator, he needed us to help him translate some English legal work into Italian, so we took oppurtunity. Our impromptu lesson of skill led to him accepting later dates to meet again. Cristiano is still avidly avoiding us it seems, super sad that.
Mostly, I just want to say, It is darn cold here. Once, the cold wind and biting shiverdemons here set off my cold and I stayed in a good long morning with aching glands and throat as sore as a cactus cufflink. The work is picking up, the outdoor traffic of pedestrians has vanished overnight, Gelaterie have been abandoned. Truly, the northern winds have conquered Padova. The good gospel still moves forth.
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Ok, I didnt happen like that at all. But we did get transfer calls. Anziano Stoll is heading away to Liguria coasts while I will stay here at Padova.
My new companion will be Anziano Squire, who is apparently from Kansas, so I've heard. Anziano Driver is also staying, his comp. will be Anziano Scoggin or something.
This week we had some good lessons with Tenal, preparing him for his Baptism. We also met with Kenneth, and old investigator, he needed us to help him translate some English legal work into Italian, so we took oppurtunity. Our impromptu lesson of skill led to him accepting later dates to meet again. Cristiano is still avidly avoiding us it seems, super sad that.
Mostly, I just want to say, It is darn cold here. Once, the cold wind and biting shiverdemons here set off my cold and I stayed in a good long morning with aching glands and throat as sore as a cactus cufflink. The work is picking up, the outdoor traffic of pedestrians has vanished overnight, Gelaterie have been abandoned. Truly, the northern winds have conquered Padova. The good gospel still moves forth.
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