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“Sarebbe anche bello che per papà trovassimo una moglie che tutte le volte che lui vuole bersi un sorso di birra o farsi un tiro di sigaretta, gli dia un bacio. Una che lo voglia far guarire più quanto sappiano fare tutti i dottori del mondo. Non guarire il cuore che è un muscolo che pompa, ma il cuore che è una voce che canta.”

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Book:Hotel De Grote L
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