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~Ace Romano~

Having my father around is very difficult. I don’t understand why I wanted him back here in New York. He’s old and a pain in the ass.

“What are you high on again, ragazzo?” he entered my office in my high state. (boy)

I like Angelo more than him.

“Go away, vecchio uomo” I mumbled, dismissing the displeased look on his face. (old man)

He started it. I am thirty, and he’s calling me a boy. So it’s only fair that I call him an old man because he’s already turning fifty eight. However, my father’s look can be deceiving. They say that people will recognize me as his son even with no DNA test because I look a lot like him.