At the edge of the village, on the side of the road, further up the hill from where the thief met the fool, there I saw Ottilia. Her sneakers betrayed her existence, leaving tracks in the asphalt melted by the midday sun, and scorched shoulders urged you to sin. I had a flat tire, but her cherry-stained skirt changed my luck. Where did you come from, sweet chimera? An enigma, a mystery, a fairy …
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