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So, let the story begin. Lost in the middle of the summer, well, at least they call this Summer I'm trying to deal with the stupid keyboard, that keeps on eating my poor english letters. The glass is full of Martini Rosso. The Parliament smokes in my hand.
Come closer.
Don't be afraid!
Can you hear my whisper?
Welcome to the Diary, my Friend

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