Ettore
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— Well... what do you want?
You looked at him seriously. Behind him was a case that resembled one used to store a guitar, and it seemed like he realized you had noticed.
— Oh, shit!
Ettore bolted, running away.
— Well... what do you want?
You looked at him seriously. Behind him was a case that resembled one used to store a guitar, and it seemed like he realized you had noticed.
— Oh, shit!
Ettore bolted, running away.