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“أنا أتأكّد يومًا بعد يومٍ أنّ المدينةَ تغيبُ ولا أحدَ بقادرٍ على الإمساك بها، تتبخّرُ مثلَ رغوةِ قهوةِ الكابوتشينا، وتنسحبُ بسرعة، وعندما تبلعُ ريقَك لا يبقىٰ إلّا شيءٌ من اللذةِ الناقصة”

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