Mr. SCARPA
Maybe!
Benedetto never let me leave the house. I was always taking care of his mother or waiting for him to return. I was mostly bored as he wouldn't even let us have kids. Gosh, and the idea of him taping is while having sex? I don't know, I felt Mr. Scarpa can never be the bad one, so it's definitely true. But why?
“Hey, Tana, I have news.”
I looked back and I saw a lean French man standing behind with a list in his hand. He was Jean. He grinned, causing his dark eyes to twinkle.
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