With the rhyme just mentioned in the title every year when we were kids me and my brother, my mom woke up the morning of the Epiphany. Anxious we rushed into the kitchen to see if the witch had passed by our house and even if he left some sweets in the stockings that prepared the night before. We put socks because our father had a 44 foot inside there were lots of sweets. Time every year find a better sock full full of sweets, nougat, toffee, kinder eggs, chocolate money, coal, sugar and the inevitable Mandarin. As the years passed and I continued to find stocking candy and sweet mandarin. This morning, something like a mandarin, I found running in my socks. Immediately after the start of the race "Run for the Befana" I put my foot in one of the millions of holes found on the streets of Rome and tac, sprained right ankle. I thought once I retire, return to the gazebo and lick my wounds, but, following the advice of Master One, I slowly walked, then made a few running steps, and then corricchiato course with good feelings and good times. The pain seemed to disappear, but has come back immediately after the end of the race. In the afternoon I put the ice to try to alleviate the pain in his ankle that has now become like the Mandarin that my mom put me in the shoes of the Epiphany.
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