often happened that our eyes met, our tacit complicity was declared. I was often afraid that those looks and smiles that I gave were only the result of a good education.
wrote. He did this often. He wrote in a notebook with orange hardcover.
Who knows what to write? I wonder if he has ever written anything about me? I wondered. I liked it because
scrivere.Innanzitutto took off the armor and then because you could see he was totally immersed in what he did. So much so that even I was jealous. It 's true that when he wrote he never raised his head from the book, but seeing so involved in what he wrote made him even more fascinating. I wanted to be part of that world.
Even when not distracted ever read. To do this you put on her glasses. Stood well.
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