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Seven years I waited, hoping that you wouldnt come back. Every year, I took a holiday. I went to Florence, theres this cafe, on the banks of the Arno. Every fine evening, Id sit there and order a Fernet Branca. I had this fantasy, that I would look across the tables and Id see you there, with a wife and maybe a couple of kids. You wouldnt say anything to me, nor me to you. But wed both know that youd made it, that you were happy.
Posted on: Sat, 03 May 2014 19:22:33 +0000

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