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19 • Nicolo

It was the woman from the café, the same one who’d spilt her hot coffee on him when he went after her, Nico admitted finally to himself as he settled into the settee, repositioning himself until he was comfortable before pulling the laptop off the coffee table and onto his thigh; a younger, more naïve-looking version of her perhaps, but her alright.

The same big blue eyes in a wickedly magnificent

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