Troppa Salute
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   Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.
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A: “Siamo oberati, sopraffatti dal lavoro, sottodimensionati”
B: “Bisognerebbe abbozzarla e basta”
A: “Già, peccato ci s’ha una coscienza”
C: “Oh, ragazzi, si va a pigliare un caffè?”
A: “Appunto”
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