These are the titles of the news.
These are the titles of local newspapers.
These are the titles of news agencies.
But a call from my mom, her cousin, this morning was: "They killed John". Why
"Forastiero Joseph, 50 years" was Pino, Pinuccio for everyone.
Pino was an entrepreneur.
A man who left the workshop of his mother, who worked night and day to grow that workshop and turn it into a large supermarket with the best service bakery in the whole area.
Open until late evening, Sunday, at Easter and Christmas.
If you needed a tray of miniature pastries, among the good of the whole area, went "from Pine Pecorone.
Pino was her husband.
He married a woman who was always sharp and ironic that you tore a smile wrapped in a hurry while shopping.
When asked by Pino, told us that was there, in the office.
No, do not bother, you say hello there.
Pino was Dad.
has a teenage son now whose alleged why do not you wanted to study, like all parents.
must now face life without one of the most important people in real life.
Without the "quiet, we're here we."
All this for a day of the receipt of a supermarket.
and collection of a day is not worth a life.
Nothing is like life.
Hello Pino.
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