I wanted to take him home just to say that some beating of your heart belongs to me. Those subtle curves that keep us alive, who knows how to mine. I keep thinking of that paper, how many things have happened, myocarditis, Genoa, Luca and blahblah.
Then I realize that I do not give a shit. I want an ECG, of any person on the face of the earth. I want the RX, the RM, voglio TANTI referti medici, perchè...
... Anatomia è mia.
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