Sitting while waiting for the staff to fix the Wi-Fi at Figaro, I take a slice of my Supreme Calzone.
Jose Martin Paolo N. D. is late for our “date”. And he’s the one who told me he’ll be here around thirty minutes ago.
Figaro, a.k.a. “FIGA” is one of our hang-out spots back in our college days. Living in the same village, and being neighbors
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