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... e no idea who you’re asking for."
What was that supposed to mean?
I’d had enough riddles.
Enough smug jerks treating me like I was playing a game I couldn’t understand. I already got that from my aunt.
I didn’t need more of it from Emiliano. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺
I didn’t start our afternoon conversation with Lucrezia in the most diplomatic tone.
"What the hell, Lucrezia?"
Her sigh on the line was ...
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