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The office was full. With only one booth open there was only one thing to do. He kept calling, at the top of his voice, until they sent for the manager. “Ingegnere, mi dica?” “Who is running this place?” he said. “I comunisti?” The Engineer always rose early. Though that morning he had special reason …
Of course, they did not know they were going to become lovers. It seemed to come off quite naturally, without inhibition, one day when they were on their way to the beach… They drove along the coast road, past villas and restaurants on the outskirts of the town. At length they came to a barrier. …