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Covid-19. L'epidemia cambia la vita di tutti i giorni, cambiano le persone, le relazioni.
Nessuno sa come andrà a finire questo delirio, nemmeno questa storia lo sa. La mia come la vostra deve fare i conti con la mancanza di affetto, di sesso, di contatto e forse anche di speranza.
La percezione del nuovo mondo è sconvolta, i ricordi si mescolano a una prospettiva nuova e stravolta.
Racconto semi verità: un po' è fantasia un po' è quello che realmente accade, accadrà (?)
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