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Honest.
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Complete, First published Aug 09, 2017
''Perché vi ho parlato di questa ragazza? Perché è così importante? La risposta è semplice, c'è chi ci era gia arrivato, chi lo aveva capito sin da subito, il perché, a quella ragazza io ci tengo...''
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