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    Dust – Chapter 15

    I am not intentioned to lose control. I need to do something, anything, because Jack Sanders is insane. He lives into his own little rich world where everything is under control. He acts like he’s the god and master of his own universe and well, guess what? We’re not part of your fucking universe, you bastard. All we have to do is to keep our cool and try to get out of here – alive. All of us.

    My hair is thick and untamable most of times. When the word “handcuffs” reached my brain, my hand went to my head instinctively and there it was. A hairpin. I didn’t even remember I had positioned through my hair, because I usually don’t. But there it was. Maybe I am just an avid reader of detective stories where even the worst situation can be solved with the smallest and most insignificant objects and a pale trace of genius… In any event, I took that hairpin and put it into my mouth. I don’t know why, it was perfunctory and probably automatic, but I have this small secret and if it’s useless, well, I bet it’ll be clear very soon. In the meantime, the only thing I can think about is how to hand it to Dante. If there’s someone here who can do something with that hairpin, it’s not me or Shane.

    ”Traghettato da un destino a volte sordo e malinconico
    In un viaggio clandestino tra allucinazioni e panico
    Forse perché so di avere un diamante tra le mani
    Un morbido rifugio per tempi meno buoni
    Mi spinge sul divano e so che ha già deciso
    E resto senza fiato tra l’inferno e il paradiso
    Scioglie i capelli in boccoli di nuvole
    Il suo sapore è miele
    Questa notte è fatta apposta per noi
    Che non ci guarderemo indietro mai
    Non ci guarderemo indietro mai”
    “On a boat called destiny, a deaf, melancholic destiny
    A clandestine trip between hallucinations and panic
    Maybe it’s because I know that there’s a diamond in my hands
    A soft refuge for my bad times
    She pulls me on the couch and I know what she’s up to
    And I’m breathless, stuck between hell and heaven
    She unties her hair and it’s like strands of clouds
    She tastes like honey
    And this night is ours
    And we’ll never look back
    We’ll never look back”
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