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“Stringe le labbra e rimane seduto, in silenzio, a guardare i signori Baroni non avere alcun problema in merito al coming out del figlio, ma complimentandosi con il fidanzato sbagliato. Come se lui non fosse lì, come se non esistesse nemmeno. Come se fosse uno sbaglio infilato tra loro figlio e Mimì, quello che apprezzano davvero. Gli viene da vomitare.”

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Book:Distorsioni
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