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Like most young professionals, Roberta owned a motorino. If there was nothing special or flash about it, it was the sort of little motorbike that could get you from A to B. Though she did not have much affection for it, she was attached to it for practical reasons and always made a point of …
Leaning against the wall of the old university building, Daniel took a joint from the pocket of his wide pants. Cofi went wide-eyed: “You smoking that here?” Even though it was broad daylight and people were milling about, Daniel had no compulsion about lighting the joint. Cofi kept looking up and down the street to …
The British was an old-fashioned sort of language school. It had that very end of Empire feel. The doors were painted blue and red, and there were framed posters of a Union Jack, maps of the London underground and photos of the Beatles in the classrooms. There was a life size poster of a Guardsman …
“Nothing but dream, shadow,”declared the boxer. Up by the pagoda, the thief came across a scene involving an old drunk and whore who reminded him perversely of his wife, even if she was never a harridan, or shrew. There was a certain way about the whore, perhaps common to all women in the middle of …