<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5773303669490029643</id><updated>2012-03-14T05:47:12.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Invisible Girl</title><subtitle type='html'>Sono una ragazza qualunque con qualcosa da raccontare.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truelove97.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5773303669490029643/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truelove97.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>- The Invisible Girl -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180053090376299362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bnPwUyi3zCE/TzfUWrSgZmI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V3lxVj8TRo0/s220/images%2B%25287%2529.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5773303669490029643.post-8987139820745738491</id><published>2012-02-15T13:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T13:17:35.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A volte essere innamorati, fa venire voglia di mollare tutto e scappare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5773303669490029643-8987139820745738491?l=truelove97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truelove97.blogspot.com/feeds/8987139820745738491/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truelove97.blogspot.com/2012/02/volte-essere-innamorati-fa-venire.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5773303669490029643/posts/default/8987139820745738491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5773303669490029643/posts/default/8987139820745738491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truelove97.blogspot.com/2012/02/volte-essere-innamorati-fa-venire.html' title=''/><author><name>- The Invisible Girl -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180053090376299362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bnPwUyi3zCE/TzfUWrSgZmI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V3lxVj8TRo0/s220/images%2B%25287%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5773303669490029643.post-1261812716265058526</id><published>2012-02-15T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T12:44:02.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Che me lo faresti un regalo? Si tratta solo di restare. Non ti chiedo troppo! Perfavore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5773303669490029643-1261812716265058526?l=truelove97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truelove97.blogspot.com/feeds/1261812716265058526/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truelove97.blogspot.com/2012/02/che-me-lo-faresti-un-regalo-si-tratta.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5773303669490029643/posts/default/1261812716265058526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5773303669490029643/posts/default/1261812716265058526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truelove97.blogspot.com/2012/02/che-me-lo-faresti-un-regalo-si-tratta.html' title=''/><author><name>- The Invisible Girl -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180053090376299362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bnPwUyi3zCE/TzfUWrSgZmI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V3lxVj8TRo0/s220/images%2B%25287%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5773303669490029643.post-8336632068394606377</id><published>2012-02-15T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T11:55:25.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E tu, cosa faresti se fossi al mio posto?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5773303669490029643-8336632068394606377?l=truelove97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truelove97.blogspot.com/feeds/8336632068394606377/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truelove97.blogspot.com/2012/02/e-tu-cosa-faresti-se-fossi-al-mio-posto.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5773303669490029643/posts/default/8336632068394606377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5773303669490029643/posts/default/8336632068394606377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truelove97.blogspot.com/2012/02/e-tu-cosa-faresti-se-fossi-al-mio-posto.html' title=''/><author><name>- The Invisible Girl -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180053090376299362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bnPwUyi3zCE/TzfUWrSgZmI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V3lxVj8TRo0/s220/images%2B%25287%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5773303669490029643.post-2576519469408279105</id><published>2012-02-15T11:00:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T11:00:16.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Nessun titolo.</title><content type='html'>Come vi sentireste se il vostro migliore amico, non potesse venire al vostro compleanno, dopo che fino a 5 minuti prima che vi dicesse questo, aveva detto che veniva? E quando lo fa anche la tua migliore amica?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5773303669490029643-2576519469408279105?l=truelove97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truelove97.blogspot.com/feeds/2576519469408279105/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truelove97.blogspot.com/2012/02/nessun-titolo.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5773303669490029643/posts/default/2576519469408279105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5773303669490029643/posts/default/2576519469408279105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truelove97.blogspot.com/2012/02/nessun-titolo.html' title='- Nessun titolo.'/><author><name>- The Invisible Girl -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180053090376299362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bnPwUyi3zCE/TzfUWrSgZmI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V3lxVj8TRo0/s220/images%2B%25287%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5773303669490029643.post-1186247909329163371</id><published>2012-02-15T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T10:07:05.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E sto qua a pensare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pensare un pò a tutto.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5773303669490029643-1186247909329163371?l=truelove97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truelove97.blogspot.com/feeds/1186247909329163371/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truelove97.blogspot.com/2012/02/e-sto-qua-pensare.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5773303669490029643/posts/default/1186247909329163371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5773303669490029643/posts/default/1186247909329163371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truelove97.blogspot.com/2012/02/e-sto-qua-pensare.html' title=''/><author><name>- The Invisible Girl -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180053090376299362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bnPwUyi3zCE/TzfUWrSgZmI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V3lxVj8TRo0/s220/images%2B%25287%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5773303669490029643.post-5610107886365336757</id><published>2012-02-15T10:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T10:06:38.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ti sei mai sentito solo anche in una stanza affollata?</title><content type='html'>Mi sono ritrovata in classe, seduta su una sedia qualunque, appoggiata a un banco qualunque con persone che ancora non mi conoscono a fondo. A scrivere di me, su una pagina online che comunque leggeranno tutti. E non mi sono minimamente preoccupata del fatto che ero circondata da persone. E mi sentivo sola. Profondamente sola. Perchè so che mi manca qualcosa, qualcuno, ma non so chi, non so cosa.E sapete, è brutto! Come stamattina, mi sono trovata stesa sul letto, col mio diario aperto e, non sapevo che scrivere. Così ho scritto la data e basta, ho lasciato la pagina vuota. Ecco, vuota. Mi sento vuota. Un vuoto troppo pesante da sopportare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5773303669490029643-5610107886365336757?l=truelove97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truelove97.blogspot.com/feeds/5610107886365336757/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truelove97.blogspot.com/2012/02/ti-sei-mai-sentito-solo-anche-in-una.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5773303669490029643/posts/default/5610107886365336757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5773303669490029643/posts/default/5610107886365336757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truelove97.blogspot.com/2012/02/ti-sei-mai-sentito-solo-anche-in-una.html' title='Ti sei mai sentito solo anche in una stanza affollata?'/><author><name>- The Invisible Girl -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180053090376299362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bnPwUyi3zCE/TzfUWrSgZmI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V3lxVj8TRo0/s220/images%2B%25287%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5773303669490029643.post-6623893721781450353</id><published>2012-02-14T13:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T13:24:42.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Non ce più un noi. C'era, ora non più. Ci sono solo io, e.. E io e basta! È masochismo, autolesionamento.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5773303669490029643-6623893721781450353?l=truelove97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truelove97.blogspot.com/feeds/6623893721781450353/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truelove97.blogspot.com/2012/02/non-ce-piu-un-noi-cera-ora-non-piu-ci.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5773303669490029643/posts/default/6623893721781450353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5773303669490029643/posts/default/6623893721781450353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truelove97.blogspot.com/2012/02/non-ce-piu-un-noi-cera-ora-non-piu-ci.html' title='Non ce più un noi. C&apos;era, ora non più. Ci sono solo io, e.. E io e basta! È masochismo, autolesionamento.'/><author><name>- The Invisible Girl -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180053090376299362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bnPwUyi3zCE/TzfUWrSgZmI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V3lxVj8TRo0/s220/images%2B%25287%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5773303669490029643.post-2267488552808507621</id><published>2012-02-14T12:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T12:31:48.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VITA DA LICEO. Ammetto che essere alle superiori non è facile. Anzi. Personalmente, non sono quella ragazza conosciuta da tutti. Non dico che sia brutto, fai quello che vuoi (più o meno), hai dei nuovi amici, tutti più grandi.. E per chi ha la fortuna come me, sceglie anche una scuola piena di maschi con una classi con tanto maschi. Ma questo non cambia qualcosa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5773303669490029643-2267488552808507621?l=truelove97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truelove97.blogspot.com/feeds/2267488552808507621/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truelove97.blogspot.com/2012/02/vita-da-liceo-ammetto-che-essere-alle.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5773303669490029643/posts/default/2267488552808507621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5773303669490029643/posts/default/2267488552808507621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truelove97.blogspot.com/2012/02/vita-da-liceo-ammetto-che-essere-alle.html' title='VITA DA LICEO. Ammetto che essere alle superiori non è facile. Anzi. Personalmente, non sono quella ragazza conosciuta da tutti. Non dico che sia brutto, fai quello che vuoi (più o meno), hai dei nuovi amici, tutti più grandi.. E per chi ha la fortuna come me, sceglie anche una scuola piena di maschi con una classi con tanto maschi. Ma questo non cambia qualcosa.'/><author><name>- The Invisible Girl -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180053090376299362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bnPwUyi3zCE/TzfUWrSgZmI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V3lxVj8TRo0/s220/images%2B%25287%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5773303669490029643.post-5882729410747698440</id><published>2012-02-12T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T08:05:55.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Riflessioni.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Jenna: Hai avuto notizie da Stefan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Elena: Non da quando mi ha lasciato quel messaggio molto vago, tre giorni fa: "Ciao... Elena. Io... devo fare una cosa. Ti... spiegherò tutto tra qualche giorno."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Jenna: Non l'hai chiamato?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Elena: No. E non ho intenzione di farlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Jenna: E tutto questo ti sta bene?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Elena: No, non mi sta bene per niente. Ma non ho nemmeno intenzione di frignare. Sai, stamattina stavo per scrivere sul mio diario, poi ho pensato: "Cosa dovrei scrivere?" Seriamente, non farò come quelle ragazzine patetiche che smettono di vivere per colpa di un tizio qualunque.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Chi guarda the Vampire Diaries?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Conoscete Jenna Sommer ed Elena Gilbert, no? Ecco. Questa è una loro conversazione. L'ho riletta più volte, e penso che Elena abbia ragione. Non ha alcun senso stare male per un ragazzo che non ti cerca. Perchè morirci dietro? Quello che vorrei cercare di dire è che dovremmo tutte fare così. Non ci cerca? Non ci vuole. Basta, fine, eliminato.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Non so. Vaffanculo! Sfogo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5773303669490029643-5882729410747698440?l=truelove97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truelove97.blogspot.com/feeds/5882729410747698440/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truelove97.blogspot.com/2012/02/riflessioni.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5773303669490029643/posts/default/5882729410747698440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5773303669490029643/posts/default/5882729410747698440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truelove97.blogspot.com/2012/02/riflessioni.html' title='Riflessioni.'/><author><name>- The Invisible Girl -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180053090376299362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bnPwUyi3zCE/TzfUWrSgZmI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V3lxVj8TRo0/s220/images%2B%25287%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5773303669490029643.post-7861390056858354373</id><published>2012-02-12T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T07:45:57.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buongiorno!</title><content type='html'>Non credo di essere brava con le parole, e tanto meno a dare un Benvenuto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beh, che dirvi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questo è il mio blog. Una sorta di 'diario', non dico segreto perchè lo leggerà chiunque. Qua scriverò i miei pensieri, quello che mi succede, tutto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi vuole può seguirmi. 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