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“Faccio una piroetta e torno dentro, non mi farò rovinare la serata, ho preso i voti che meritavo, ho un ragazzo ricco, ho un’estate davanti, e per chi ha la mia età, l’estate è come la messa, la chiesa, la riva del fiume a fine nuotata, la boccata d’aria dopo un viaggio a finestrini chiusi, è il paese che si veste a festa.”

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Book:L'acqua del lago non è mai dolce
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