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A green shirt… she had a green shirt and she was running, a beautiful brunette girl, simple but with a sculptural body, not exactly the typical girl next door, but nothing special. He was returning to his home in Via Panel… in Via Pascoli, when he saw him. A boy with ... clear eyes and elegant bearing, an entrepreneur from a rich family, ... a glance was enough to ignite the passion, they entered the house and ... no it's really terrible, it looks like 50 shades of gray ... But nobody goes by today? Or I don't know, move a damn tent ... here's Gianni, the bum of the neighborhood could ... as not mentioned, at most he'll have found a new cardboard to sleep on.

Where did I put the lighter?!?! ...

The concierge gossip with curlers, a classic.

She was eating pastries distracted by the falling rain, with her usual bored air (shouldn't a concierge smile at those who arrive?) When suddenly she was interrupted by a strange noise, it was simply the electric car shutter, it was just four o'clock in the afternoon, but something left her suspicious, suddenly….

A… a cat?

No, I can't believe it ... Suddenly a scary-looking man comes in, forcing the cellar door, no one has seen him ...

I should warn her, he could be a thug, he could ... I have to call someone, the police ... I have to ... I have to ...

let's say I have not seen anything, now I ... now I calm down and wait ... maybe this time ....

They publish a detective story for me!