rainy days seemed to have already abandoned the darkest corners. Joey and the days that slipped slow, dull. cigarettes all the same. sweet and docile. Nietzsche is without shirts. dragons flying low Starla vicino.che soul you lost control and went crashing to the poles as drunks on Saturday night. there were sirens in the distance. smell of damp earth beneath my shoes untied. compose moods and make transactions with the calculator. cinque.tre.uno.uno.otto.diciotto.vaniglia black and commas at least quattrocentotrentun km away and no Eurostar.
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