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Aug 2014
It's Sunday morning, Diego lying on the bed watching the clock: forty-six. Usually at that time was fast asleep, but not that morning. The truth is that he had not slept at all, another sleepless night. Since he arrived he was not sleeping, not eating; his worried father had also taken him to the doctor, who had given him sleeping pills and recommended to relax ... Relax ?! And how come he could relax when he kept thinking of her  face and in her words, "Be happy! I certainly will be. ". That memory was pure agony, her eyes shining, full of unshed tears and his voice barely almost suffocated, and finally the sentence ... they both knew that neither of them away would have been happy, but then why? Why say something that is striking both?
katy winser
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katy winser  Italy
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