Lorenzo. I was thinking specifically of you and your place.
I want to walk through the olive groves with your grandfather as the mist is rising on another perfect day. Then go with your father to the wine cellar and talk with him about the Roman Empire and Jesus Christ. Then I want to take your 1964 Lambretta for a ride around town, wearing my sunglasses and saying CIOA to the old grandmothers in their black clothes. Then I shall cook Linguine for the whole village and the virgins of your neighbours will be offered to me in thanks.
CMON. Let's sell this fucking board.
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