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Seven
I woke up alone in bed. Good thing, because somehow in the course of the night I had become diagonally positioned. I turned to the side. Mariano stood in front of me, all dressed up, looking dapper in his usual attire.
"Buon giorgio, Bella." He smiled.
(Good morning)
"Good morning." I said, sitting up. "What's the time?"
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