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At a Roman bar, Tuesday morning

Hair washed and combed today, new shirt and pants, first time since Anna left. But still that downcast hostile glare at the world, caffè corretto and not a word except for ciao grazie. – James Steerforth (© 2014) 33 words … Continue reading

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