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Chapter 82
Emiliana
Giovanni gripped the strangers head, pressing their foreheads together while smiling widely. I had never seen so much relief plaster his face before.
“¿Cuánto tiempo ha pasado?” (How long has it been?) The stranger clutched Giovanni in a brotherly embrace.
“Demasiado tiempo.” (Too long.) Giovanni answered, his voice muffled by the leather that pressed against his cheek.
“You’ve caused quite a stir.” The man glanced at me before releasing Giovanni. They both took a step back, but they were now shaking hands and patting each other on the back. “This one causing trouble?” He nodded in my direction.
Giovanni turned to me, now I had two sets of eyes staring me down.
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