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Collection of short stories from the nineties.
The new book in the series is a collection of stories set in the years of coffins and the latest analog supercars, to the rhythm of Guns and Nirvana, of Gigi Dag and the 883s, the years of the most ignorant turbos and the arcade, of the intercom to call friends, of supertelephones and supersantos, of the scooter with 70, of phone calls with a wire, of the courage it took to talk to the girl you liked without any screen, of grandparents at the window, of friends on the wall, of cassette walkmans and five thousand lire for an evening at the bar. 6 different and separate stories, written in opposite styles, united only by them, the cars.
All the kids were around the pool table, engrossed in the epic challenge between the richest and the tightest in town, a regional preview. I put one of the three glasses on the edge, next to the banknotes, hiding the other two behind my back and encouraging Alfredo with a slap: “Make me a happy sponsor”. Then I turned and looked at her. Sitting with her legs crossed on the wooden stool in front of Puzzle Bubble, with the cigarette between her two free fingers, slapping the little red knob left and right and pressing the button to shoot bubbles. I looked at the too-short T-shirt and the too-low jeans, the pink elastic of her panties under the two dimples on her last back. I thought that was the end, finally.
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