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It Was a Night Without Moon or Stars
It was a night without moon or stars, under the heat of candles and the suffocating enclosed air of a tent, under the intoxicating, numbing and hallucinogenic effect of alcohol, you kissed me,…
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Fight Club – Resting in Disobedience
I don’t look up. I look down, ahead, at the book and the screen. It’s night. August. In the sky the immense moon emerges as if from a shell of clouds: an immense…



