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  <title type="html"><![CDATA[Confidence Man]]></title>
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  <name>JamesSawyerFord</name>
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    <title type="html"><![CDATA[Fa un caldo schifoso, il sole sta...]]></title>
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    <published>2007-03-20T10:57:32+01:00</published>
    <updated>2007-03-20T10:57:32+01:00</updated>
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    <![CDATA[Fa un caldo schifoso, il sole sta calando e la sabbia &egrave; ancora rovente, questa cazzo di isola &egrave; invivibile in ogni momento della giornata: calda di giorno, infestata dagli insetti di...<br /><br /><a href="http://confidenceman.splinder.com/post/11428804" >Leggi ancora</a>]]>
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    <title type="html"><![CDATA[Sono nella mia tenda e fuori...]]></title>
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    <published>2006-07-21T15:36:24+02:00</published>
    <updated>2006-07-21T15:36:24+02:00</updated>
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    <![CDATA[Sono nella mia tenda e fuori c&rsquo;&egrave; un chiasso infernale, cazzo siamo nel cuore della notte e la gente ha ancora tutta questa voglia di parlare?
Rimango a fissare il nulla fino a quando...<br /><br /><a href="http://confidenceman.splinder.com/post/8749230" >Leggi ancora</a>]]>
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    <title type="html"><![CDATA[Li ho visti&amp;hellip;li ho visti morire...]]></title>
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    <published>2006-07-07T08:59:39+02:00</published>
    <updated>2006-07-07T08:59:39+02:00</updated>
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    <![CDATA[Li ho visti&hellip;li ho visti morire in quel sogno, ho visto Locke che sparava a quegli uomini. Non so chi siano, non li ho mai visti&hellip;ma la scena di quei due corpi &egrave; troppo...<br /><br /><a href="http://confidenceman.splinder.com/post/8610739" >Leggi ancora</a>]]>
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    <title type="html"><![CDATA[&amp;ldquo;Buon giorno, Flint .... vedo che...]]></title>
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    <published>2006-06-27T10:12:43+02:00</published>
    <updated>2006-06-27T10:12:43+02:00</updated>
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    <![CDATA[&ldquo;Buon giorno, Flint .... vedo che non hai imparato nulla di quello che ti ho insegnato!!!&rdquo;. La voce di Locke risuona per la spiaggia&hellip;
&ldquo;Locke conosci quest&rsquo;uomo?&rdquo;...<br /><br /><a href="http://confidenceman.splinder.com/post/8511875" >Leggi ancora</a>]]>
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    <title type="html"><![CDATA[&amp;ldquo;Ma cosa diavolo&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo;...]]></title>
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    <published>2006-06-20T08:54:17+02:00</published>
    <updated>2006-06-20T08:54:17+02:00</updated>
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    <![CDATA[&ldquo;Ma cosa diavolo&hellip;&rdquo; esclama Kate guardando oltre il gruppetto di persone che sta accorrendo in direzione del nostro svenuto Mastro Lindo &ldquo;Shannon&hellip;ha un coltello in...<br /><br /><a href="http://confidenceman.splinder.com/post/8441663" >Leggi ancora</a>]]>
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    <title type="html"><![CDATA[Ho perso il conto delle ore, non so da...]]></title>
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    <published>2006-06-07T15:16:23+02:00</published>
    <updated>2006-06-07T15:16:23+02:00</updated>
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    <![CDATA[Ho perso il conto delle ore, non so da quanto camminiamo in questi cunicoli metallici senza arrivare mai a uno svincolo, sembra tutto terribilmente dritto, se questi corridoi curvano lo fanno in...<br /><br /><a href="http://confidenceman.splinder.com/post/8305692" >Leggi ancora</a>]]>
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    <title type="html"><![CDATA[&amp;ldquo;Ed &amp;egrave; stato solo questo...]]></title>
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    <published>2006-05-31T20:00:24+02:00</published>
    <updated>2006-05-31T20:00:24+02:00</updated>
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    <![CDATA[&ldquo;Ed &egrave; stato solo questo per te?&rdquo; urla Melissa scagliando un vaso di vetro contro la parete mentre le lacrime le rigano il volto, mi abbasso per evitarlo e porto le mani in avanti...<br /><br /><a href="http://confidenceman.splinder.com/post/8234562" >Leggi ancora</a>]]>
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    <title type="html"><![CDATA[&amp;ldquo;La vedi quella? &amp;Egrave; un...]]></title>
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    <published>2006-05-27T14:48:34+02:00</published>
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    <![CDATA[&ldquo;La vedi quella? &Egrave; un pesce grosso, la figlia di Laurence Fishcars&hellip;&rdquo; mi dice Craig sistemandosi gli occhiali da sole e bevendo un sorso di Martini.
&ldquo;L&rsquo;ho...<br /><br /><a href="http://confidenceman.splinder.com/post/8189880" >Leggi ancora</a>]]>
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