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Chapter 145: The Lesson

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Luciano’s POV – London, 2010

The cold kept getting worse. My fingers felt numb, and my legs ached from standing, but Jose refused to stop. I could see tiny cuts already forming on his hands, and he would hiss quietly every now and then when he got pricked.

“Why don't you take a break?” I told him.

“No,” he muttered immediately. Judging by his voice, I could tell he was frustrated. I mean, I was too, and I hadn't even done anything.

I stared at him quietly. With the look on his face, there was
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