Spencer recognized Alan, and I confirmed that he was the friend I'd come to Italy with."Must be your best friend," he said, an amused tilt to his voice. "He was the last number you'd dialed, and the speed he showed up at the station, I've never seen anything like it.""Yeah." I smiled, going along with it because it was easier than explaining what Alan and I actually were.I could feel his eyes on me, Alan's, the whole time. But every time I glanced over, he was already looking my way.Spencer and I were the first to head out."You know," Spencer said as we walked to the car, "our whole day somehow turned into one big love theme. So there's one last place I have to take you, just to round it off properly."He drove us to a quiet street just off the main square and parked. When we got out, he led me toward a long stone wall, and as we got closer I saw it wasn't bare.Every inch of it was covered in writing. Names, dates, little messages, some faded almost to nothing, others fresh, all
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