A room with or without breakfast in and for August

The phone rings. A friend of Augusto’s, whom I know vaguely. I’m not very good at remembering names or faces (very strange: sometimes I remember a name, sometimes a face – so I don’t really have an excuse like face blindness or dyslexia or something) but since people walk around masked it’s getting more difficult. […]

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