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Aggiungi una trama nella tua lingua"I can see Mary Joplin now, in the bushes crouching. In the hottest summer (and this was it) Mary had a sniffle, and she would rub the tip of her upturned nose, meditatively, with the back o... Leggi tutto"I can see Mary Joplin now, in the bushes crouching. In the hottest summer (and this was it) Mary had a sniffle, and she would rub the tip of her upturned nose, meditatively, with the back of her hand. Buried in the grass we talked: myself monosyllabic, guarded, eight years old, ... Leggi tutto"I can see Mary Joplin now, in the bushes crouching. In the hottest summer (and this was it) Mary had a sniffle, and she would rub the tip of her upturned nose, meditatively, with the back of her hand. Buried in the grass we talked: myself monosyllabic, guarded, eight years old, wearing too-small shorts of black-and-white check, that had fitted me last year: Mary with... Leggi tutto