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Fedeltà #109

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Sofia arrived at the house, apparently full of the joys of Spring. Tony wasn’t back yet, but if it ran to usual form, he would be seeing her much later. Ballsy though she was, Sofia couldn’t help but feel a touch of anxiety amongst her anticipation. She was prepared, but he was a mercurial beast.

No sign of him until, having given Giovanna her bottle, Sofia returned to her bedroom, imagining by then Tony might be giving her a wide berth. She entered and was slightly startled to find Tony, standing. His look was a mix of smile and scowl.

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    Neville Hunt over 2 years ago

    Smowl - I claim this word! :-)

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    Steve McBrevity over 2 years ago

    Somewhat softer than a grinnace n’est pas?
    Copywrite also pending!

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    Neville Hunt over 2 years ago

    Your’re right; nice word Steve. I like grinnace even more than smowl. It’s yours.

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    Christopher over 2 years ago

    I like them both!

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    Neville Hunt over 2 years ago

    Cheers!

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