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Stringimi La Mano
Stringimi la mano e non lasciarla mai. Anche se queste mie dita tremanti non recano né il filo rosso del destino né anelli che promettono amore eterno. ❤ ___$$$$$$$$______$$$$$$$$§ _$$$$$$$$$$$$__$$$$§§(¯`v´¯)$ $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$(¯`(●)´¯)$ $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$(_.^._)$$ $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$(¯`v´¯)$$$$$ _$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$(¯`(●)´¯)$$$ ___$$$$$$$$$$$$$$(_.^._)$$ ______$$$$$$(¯`v´¯)$$$$$ ________$$$(¯`(●)´¯)$$ ___________$(_.^._)$ ____________$$$$$$ ______________$$