"no star that falls on him" Joey jot with a rounded and shaky writing in his notebook. notes of the movement of the dark sky on his taccuino.chissàcome sky over Berlin was in there if someone had escaped.
that his name is Joey felt doomed to be happy. a British mispronunciation of the word joy, its special curse. which then could not even believe exist, there were those who wondered what that noise was and no one ever knew how to respond. Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through. screaming not to be forgotten Joey, I screamed with all the air that still could not breathe and had little, too little for his lungs. perhaps even his neighbors could hear. not felt the most. insomniac. that everything was dying. she, too, a bit '.
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