copy of È dura essere un mostro

Description

Summer was over in the blink of an eye. After just a month in school, children had formed various groups. But none of them included you, even though all you wanted was to belong somewhere. It seemed like you were invisible. Then February arrived, and the teasing started. A girl mocked you because you were a little bigger than the others. So every day, every time you were teased, with every cruel word, and every time you were left out, you felt more and more unhappy. It grew inside of you. It grew, and grew and grew. It got bigger, and so did you.

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