Facciamo un Giro

Facciamo un Giro

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Silence is the most beautiful poem ever.

~ a saying

There are always stories to tell. Some stories, though, are easier to express than others.

This particular story takes us to a place all know about.

Though nobody ever talks much about their time, there.

You see people don’t like it when too much is said – you’re supposed to get it.

So, here we are.

Four years ago I killed a guy.

We were on our way back from a bar.

Look, it wasn’t like that. Sometimes things happen. We were riding, I was driving. He was on the passenger side, smoking, looking ahead, I stabbed him right through the temple, the soft spot.

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