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I didn't know what felt out of place more, the fact that Don Pauolo was nowhere to be found or the fear of losing more members of the family because of this single anomaly in the tree.
“Could you let down the down the glass a little bit” Gina asked, staring at the tinted glasses of the Black Cadillac Escalade we were in. Don't judge me, but it seemed like the perfect vehicle to convey us through tonight's wind. Nothing beats class, Ever.
I obliged her request, and I wind down the glasses of the passengers seat. Although sudden, but I could feel the surge of warmth and assurance that the night's air bore on its shoulders. It has a nice touch to it, and I could tell Gina felt it as well. I wat
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