Incipit
Pioveva e le gocce sul vetro del finestrino rendevano ancora più malinconico il grigiore delle pareti dei casermoni che si ergevano davanti. Cresciuti come funghi velenosi in quei prati dove, felici, correvano i bambini di ...
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