Denis's love for Mattia had burned itself out, like a forgotten candle in an empty room, leaving behind a ravenous disco — Paolo Giordano, The Solitude of Prime Numbers
Denis's love for Mattia had burned itself out, like a forgotten candle in an empty room, leaving behind a ravenous disco — Paolo Giordano, The Solitude of Prime Numbers
Denis's love for Mattia had burned itself out, like a forgotten candle in an empty room, leaving behind a ravenous disco — Paolo Giordano, The Solitude of Prime Numbers
Denis's love for Mattia had burned itself out, like a forgotten candle in an empty room, leaving behind a ravenous disco — Paolo Giordano, The Solitude of Prime Numbers
Denis's love for Mattia had burned itself out, like a forgotten candle in an empty room, leaving behind a ravenous disco — Paolo Giordano, The Solitude of Prime Numbers
Denis's love for Mattia had burned itself out, like a forgotten candle in an empty room, leaving behind a ravenous disco — Paolo Giordano, The Solitude of Prime Numbers
Denis's love for Mattia had burned itself out, like a forgotten candle in an empty room, leaving behind a ravenous disco — Paolo Giordano, The Solitude of Prime Numbers
Denis's love for Mattia had burned itself out, like a forgotten candle in an empty room, leaving behind a ravenous disco — Paolo Giordano, The Solitude of Prime Numbers
Denis's love for Mattia had burned itself out, like a forgotten candle in an empty room, leaving behind a ravenous disco — Paolo Giordano, The Solitude of Prime Numbers
Denis's love for Mattia had burned itself out, like a forgotten candle in an empty room, leaving behind a ravenous disco — Paolo Giordano, The Solitude of Prime Numbers
Denis's love for Mattia had burned itself out, like a forgotten candle in an empty room, leaving behind a ravenous disco — Paolo Giordano, The Solitude of Prime Numbers
Denis's love for Mattia had burned itself out, like a forgotten candle in an empty room, leaving behind a ravenous disco — Paolo Giordano, The Solitude of Prime Numbers
Denis's love for Mattia had burned itself out, like a forgotten candle in an empty room, leaving behind a ravenous disco — Paolo Giordano, The Solitude of Prime Numbers
Denis's love for Mattia had burned itself out, like a forgotten candle in an empty room, leaving behind a ravenous disco — Paolo Giordano, The Solitude of Prime Numbers
Denis's love for Mattia had burned itself out, like a forgotten candle in an empty room, leaving behind a ravenous disco — Paolo Giordano, The Solitude of Prime Numbers
Denis's love for Mattia had burned itself out, like a forgotten candle in an empty room, leaving behind a ravenous disco — Paolo Giordano, The Solitude of Prime Numbers
Denis's love for Mattia had burned itself out, like a forgotten candle in an empty room, leaving behind a ravenous disco — Paolo Giordano, The Solitude of Prime Numbers
Denis's love for Mattia had burned itself out, like a forgotten candle in an empty room, leaving behind a ravenous disco — Paolo Giordano, The Solitude of Prime Numbers
Denis's love for Mattia had burned itself out, like a forgotten candle in an empty room, leaving behind a ravenous disco — Paolo Giordano, The Solitude of Prime Numbers
Denis's love for Mattia had burned itself out, like a forgotten candle in an empty room, leaving behind a ravenous disco — Paolo Giordano, The Solitude of Prime Numbers
Denis's love for Mattia had burned itself out, like a forgotten candle in an empty room, leaving behind a ravenous disco — Paolo Giordano, The Solitude of Prime Numbers
Denis's love for Mattia had burned itself out, like a forgotten candle in an empty room, leaving behind a ravenous disco — Paolo Giordano, The Solitude of Prime Numbers
Denis's love for Mattia had burned itself out, like a forgotten candle in an empty room, leaving behind a ravenous disco — Paolo Giordano, The Solitude of Prime Numbers
Denis's love for Mattia had burned itself out, like a forgotten candle in an empty room, leaving behind a ravenous disco — Paolo Giordano, The Solitude of Prime Numbers
Denis's love for Mattia had burned itself out, like a forgotten candle in an empty room, leaving behind a ravenous disco — Paolo Giordano, The Solitude of Prime Numbers
Denis's love for Mattia had burned itself out, like a forgotten candle in an empty room, leaving behind a ravenous disco — Paolo Giordano, The Solitude of Prime Numbers
Denis's love for Mattia had burned itself out, like a forgotten candle in an empty room, leaving behind a ravenous disco — Paolo Giordano, The Solitude of Prime Numbers
Denis's love for Mattia had burned itself out, like a forgotten candle in an empty room, leaving behind a ravenous disco — Paolo Giordano, The Solitude of Prime Numbers
Denis's love for Mattia had burned itself out, like a forgotten candle in an empty room, leaving behind a ravenous disco — Paolo Giordano, The Solitude of Prime Numbers
Denis's love for Mattia had burned itself out, like a forgotten candle in an empty room, leaving behind a ravenous disco — Paolo Giordano, The Solitude of Prime Numbers
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Denis's love for Mattia had burned itself out, like a forgotten candle in an empty room, leaving behind a ravenous discontent.

— Paolo Giordano, The Solitude of Prime Numbers
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