" Pull the knife with me to gutted "
The time tried to be the evening or night, with the first moonlight. An open place but not lonely desert with a nearby grove, or hedge, or an abandoned farm. Extent necessary to ensure that players sustaining a presence, even lifeless, with support from racks or in the stands, and as an arbitrator or witness. For even the loser in the most outrageous scenarios, to avoid dying face down, face in the dust, I could die sitting, supporting the neck in the bearing of a tree or a stone ... So many have died this way, away from an olive tree, a wall, displaying the shameless tear their guts quivering. Gesualdo Bufalino, shadows Museum
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