unavailable mignon!
Crespellano, a dusty provincial bar. Outside, only the cicadas. Inside, the hum of a fan sick in the twilight of a long counter. Lies perhaps from time immemorial, in a straw basket filled with colorful bottles, the unmistakable shape of the angular Vat 69 format "Smurf" almost impossible to find in his edition square. "She" called me greedy while sipping a carbonated water (smooth) ice. "I want to all!" intimate elderly owner. She - the first surprise - but then gleefully, looking. But for now Reel with half body inside a large cardboard in the back dark, we must soon admit that the only copy miraculously escaped, that's what the trash. What now stands as my most proud relic on my desk. Get this, asinazzi seekers as well as the suburbs!
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