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Furore
Le auto della gente che migrava si riversavano da strade secondarie sullagrande arteria che attraversava la nazione, e da lì prendevano la viamigratoria dell’Ovest. Di giorno filavano verso ponente come cimici, e altramonto si assiepavano come cimici intorno ai ripari e ai corsi d’acqua. Epoiché tutti loro erano sperduti e confusi, poiché tutti loro venivano — read more
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On the Road
I left everybody and went home to rest. My aunt said I was wasting my time hanging around with Dean and his gang. I knew that was wrong, too. Life is life, and kind is kind. What I wanted was to take one more magnificent trip to the West Coast and get back in time — read more