Summer, by Natalia Ginzburg

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I wanted to die because a man, but also because of so many other things, because I owed my mother money, and because the caretaker stank, and because summer was hot, blazing, in the city full of memories and roads, and because I thought that I could be of no use to anyone, in that state.

From Summer, full text in The Short Story Project.
Original Italian by Natalia Ginzburg.

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