Incipit
Hello,
not remember my name. I can not know exactly my position.
All I know, I know, is collected in the writings of Romeo. His life and his thoughts seem to be linked to mine.
I would bet that, looking more carefully, I realize I have already read, seen or experienced these stories.
The background of a gray city, the fog moves chaotically under a streetlight.
We did not perhaps in all this?
Romeo knew it, I have discovered, finding his writings. More I can not say, I could jeopardize everything.
I'm his nemesis.
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