La bocca reagisce con una smorfia, come se avesse appena assaggiato qualcosa di sgradevole, mentre aspetta che io ribatta. Non so che cosa dirgli. A volte penso che sia meglio non dire niente; il silenzio non rischia di essere frainteso.

-Alice Feeney

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