The young man's imagination suddenly pictured the man as a rock, loosed from its ancient bed, crumbling as it fell. All the turnkeys were assembled. She could not say a word, much less move. It isn’t as though I haven’t done well. Much too formal for a cosy chat between old friends. I'm one of those unfortunate duffers who have too much imagination—the kind who build their own chimeras and then run away from them. ” The man smiled at him. “Ciao, Fragolina.
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