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“Gli liscia le ciocche color corteccia come se fossero frutto del suo sudato e doloroso lavoro. E io che sono suo davvero, per sudore, dolore e tempo, mi guadagno il suo sguardo annoiato.”

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Book:La costellazione del cane
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