and what I think more now is that there is no one who opens the refrigerator and that anyone who takes away the dust on the shelves and knickknacks that nobody finds a place to put something and no one will call a cat tree and no one will say "not you know how beautiful here today and no one pill that will give heart to Bobo. and no one will think now that Bobo will soon die. and nobody cares that Charlie will return sad and looking lost and no one opens the door to get him more at home when there will be thunder. and no smell of cooking spread through the rooms and no more sleep in the attic or be awakened by the whistle chant Peppe. and no one will life at the laundry and no one will stretch more perfectly. and nobody will eat more tomatoes and no vegetables and no one will give that excellent water the lawn and no one will tour the vineyard and orchard, and no one will collect the roses and nobody will answer the phone. we take away the love from there, let's drag him away, and let's put it in a safe and protect it with all his might until it's all over, let's drag him with us and free them from another party as it ever was. as it ever was. as it ever was.
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