Since reality is so beast and I have a feeling, I have gone to look for Woody Allen's autobiography . Not for avoiding me, but for throwing the afternoon away from so much shit, so much madness. The journey of these pages has not been easy. A long moral postoperative almost leaves them in the gutter. An unproven accusation of child abuse has paled the existence of its author, one of the most fertile beings of intelligence since the second half of the 20th century. By the way, it's the answer to az
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