This story is for us common people.
It is for people like me, one as many.
Let's start saying that my name is Mario, Mario Rossi.
That is the name of an ordinary person, an average man.
I am still paying my house; I have an underpaid and insecure job, a temporary work, a irrevocably determined time employment.
Time...
The weather changed so quickly this time.
I'm cold.
It is cold, no jokes, but it is useless to tell you, you perfectly know all I know.
You are like me.
I will not say anything original here.
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