'This song always kills me,' I said.
She sighed, and then gave up. 'Why?'
'Oh, I don't know. Nostalgia. It makes me feel nostalgia for a time I never even knew. I wasn't even alive.'
'That's what I do to you, too,' she said. 'I'll just bet.'
It was everything I loved did to me.
De The Mysteries of Pittsburgh, de Michael Chabon.
She sighed, and then gave up. 'Why?'
'Oh, I don't know. Nostalgia. It makes me feel nostalgia for a time I never even knew. I wasn't even alive.'
'That's what I do to you, too,' she said. 'I'll just bet.'
It was everything I loved did to me.
De The Mysteries of Pittsburgh, de Michael Chabon.
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