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Along the street to go home, Luigi had to hold on tight in his coat to face to the low temperature that, united to the wind lashes, made rather difficult the re-entry of the pedestrians to their homes.
After about ten minutes he opened the door of his building and, while he climbed the stairs, he was hit by a sudden migraine, so strong that to keep going he had to hold to the handrail to get to the end of the first flight of stairs, so he press the button to call the lift and waited with his hands around his head.
Damn! How it hurts! How it hurts… I have to find him… I absolutely have to find him… that bastard…
As soon as the lift’s doors opened, Luigi rushed inside and, during the ascent, he leaned on the wall as if he was looking for relief in that position.
Arrived to his flo
