You either believe me or not: to my surprise, some Sunday’s ago, Arcovazzi sent me a SMS: “My name is Marnie”.
Oh my God! Just a week before, his name was “Johanna”. Just two month ago, instead, his name was “Rex”. He wanted me to explain the difference between “Audrey Hepburn” and “Anita Ekberg”. Well, I don’t know how to say it, “Marnie”. It would be like if I asked William Wyler: what price disgrace for chosing you instead than me? I’m sure you know the answer to that, “Marnie”. Maybe you’re just trying to get me to say it? |
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