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“La nostalgia è sempre un sentimento sleale, si nasconde dietro una scala antincendio e ti sgambetta quando vuole. Sarebbe una spalla perfetta per un comico, se si potessero conoscere in anticipo le sue battute.”

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Book:L'ultimo ballo di Charlot
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L'ultimo ballo di Charlot

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