Prendimi per mano ||Federico Rossi||

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Non sapevo che cosa era l'amore forse perché nessuno prima d'ora me lo aveva fatto provare. Sarà sicuramente una perdita di tempo. Non credo nemmeno alle amicizie tra maschi e femmine perché finiscono sempre che uno dei due si innamora dell'altro. Poi l'amore fa soffrire su di questo ne sono certa al cento per cento. Chissà se qualcuno un giorno mi farà cambiare idea su tutto ciò. E se mi affezionassi e finissi per avere un migliore amico e mi innamorassi proprio di lui. Chissà se succederà? Se avvera tutto ciò vorrà dire che le mie ipotesi sono sbagliate. E che esiste il vero amore. E che solo una persona al mondo te lo può fare procare. Che succederebbe se Ginevra si innamorasse proprio del suo migliore amico. Cosa penserà delle ipostesi fatte in precedenza. Questo amore durera? Avrà un lieto fine?
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