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È tornato.


Lovino had sent a text out to his employees to take the day off; he'd be damned if he was getting out of bed today. >
 

 
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Sent: Thursday 24th March, 11.20am

I'm going out of town for a few days. The Frog isn't allowed in the house.

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Okay. So I didn't even realise there was a fucking blackout until that bastard decided there wasn't enough room in the whole fucking 3 storey mansion to look after himself.

You know what Antonio, you sonuvabitch, go fuck yourself.

To: Antonio
Sent: Saturday 19th, 11.30am

Oi Toni. You're moving into Nonno's place until I get back from Italy.
If ya wanna bring anything leave it in a box or something by tomorrow.

To: Feliciano
Sent: Saturday 19th, After siesta 5.04pm

Tell Nonno that Antonio's moving in for a while. Fuck if i'm talking to him.

What the hell Spain. How can you be losing to Switzerland. Switzerland
They're ranked 26th!!

For fuck's sake. And i thought finishing draw to Paraguay was bad. Stop running circles around them and score dammit!
You're lucky they're not on 2:0 with the amount of fucking goal opportunities there've been.
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I'm starting to think life just sets everything up to fucking knock me down again.
And don't any of you bastards tell me it's gotta get worse before it gets better. I've been waiting 23 god damn years for it to get better.

After all that we're back to the start again.

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