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Let Us Listen To Irene Lucindaio Express Herself On This Subject: And Again Alas! I Was Going To Defray The Chronicles Of Evil! In Any Case I Am Irene Lucindaio. I Am Bad Luck To People. To Know That Already Already Already Already And Already I Had Introduced (During Days Of Friday The 13Th) The Formidable Idea Of The Suicidero Form The Suicideros Form Through The Sad Form By The Nostalgia Form And The Melancholy Form In A Peaceful Family Of Thirteen Persons (The Loureno Familythe Offspring And Their Parents); Thirteen People In Fact Completely Suicidal Themselves So To Speak Decimated. And The Recourse To This Macabre Idea It Was Because Of Whom? It Was Because Of Me Irene Lucindaio. But Really: What Rubbish That I Am Me? So I Must Be Ashamed To Be Able To Look At Myself In A Mirror! . Thus This Venus Called Irene Lucindaio Would Captivate All Eyes All The Attention And (It Goes Without Saying) All Comments. And Again Alas! She Was Going To Defray The Chronicles Of Evil; Consequently For Her Gossiping Gossip And The Feeling Of Living In The Depths Of The Abyss Had Become Indisputable. Hence For Her It Was Absolutely Necessary To Go Away. For Her She Would Actually Have No Other Alternative As A Solution Than That Of Leaving Leaving Leaving And Leaving; Going Far Away; Very Far; Far Far Away; Very Very Far From Her Birthplace. She Would Go To London. Only Here Her Son Ernesto Where He Would Have Stayed With His Grandparents Would Have Become The Toy Of All; Whats More Every Night He Would Have Horrible Nightmares With Multiple Names That He Would Remember. And So Every Morning He Would Wake Up In The Wrong Way. And What To Do In Front Of This Situation?