Tom...Vein dietro a me, e lascia dir le genti. Sta come torre ferma, che non crolla. Già mai la cima per soffiar di venti. Per lei.
And if I you ever walk up to me smelling like a goddamn liquor shop after I have expressly told you alcohol is forbidden I'm going to hunt down where you're living, take every bottle of booze in the place and beat you
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