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HI-TECH
As time passed by, friends of mine in the club complied with configuring the software so I could abstract more than ever from advanced features. Following all my chatting they took care of improving the technical features as it turned out to be essential to enter different services. Yet, few things allowed me to free myself, if not being helped by slaps in the face of humbleness and horse sense, from all that "bionic woman" haughtiness that I felt I was regally invested.
"Instead my digressions on personal matters weren't faked at all. If rather I state that, just like en passant, "till the last tear of my soul", that's because this is roughly the subject of all this writing."
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BEACH BOYS
With the combination between the Internet and some other kind of net services, we were allowed to login (that is, access) to various computers, so to enter straight from University to services that otherwise would have required a high cost. This worked out for a trade on information concerning some important computers we knew from a "to be taken internally" geographical map. An on-the-average legal procedure.
HARD-WARE
And I realized that the illusion of having some control on the outcome of meetings didn't considered essentially how fast could travel the information that two senseless little girls, as well as suggesting some sexual availability, adopted quite a peculiar personal advertising media, that is, the technological one.
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AfterHours 1. Ganl as always loosing her phone card when she has to call London City (hug you, friend o' mine !). I'm not really sure about the spelling of her name. By the way, that road is Viale Abruzzi, which went through the ancient borderline between the Riccione's and the Misano's territory. In days of prohibitionism, it was following this directrix that occurred the trafficking in small hours (how are things nowadays, people ?).
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POP SONG
Behind the iron gates
The shifts were worked in silence
Each weekend beckoned like Ulysses sirens
And as the words were few
We listen to the radio
It was loud and irritate me so
I'll tell you I love you
Like my favourite pop song
These promise won't keep
Though every road begins and ends with you
The fall still hurts, the bruise still blue
I'll paint you pictures of bright tomorrow
But the money goes, and the time goes too
I'll tell you I love you
"Like the stars above you"
Like my favourite pop song
We squander these gifts
Like another Sunday supplement
They're just so much cash in the hand of the government
I'll tell you I love you
Like my favourite pop song
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DADADA
It meant, to speak simply, that at the University, with my friends of that environment, at the club, an so on, I cared about having a simple-girl picture, with jeans and T-shirt. As well as being fraternal, maternal, friendly, full of empathy and care for the surrounding world. That-is-as-I-am.
On the coast, by the night, at the discotheque, and in all those compartments of access to this world, like the pizza-restaurant, first, and the pub, after, I was the opposite.
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