approached the teacher’s desk with a determined look which heralded one of her
battles. Behind her, with pallid smiles and with the dedication to the leader
whose turn it was typical of happily gregarious 12-year-olds, Arianna and
Benedetta appeared. I already knew what was in store for me and in fact they
announced to me that they had to speak to me about a problem with the boys. In
the past few years I had frequently granted audiences of this kind. This time
the problem was that the boys had made a list of the most beautiful girls (I
use a euphemistic term) and Giulia pronounced: “We

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