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Fedeltà #617

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Tony moved his head to get a closer look. The awful smell of putrefaction hit his nose and he instantly threw up all over the finger itself, ironically replacing the smell of rotting flesh with one of bile. Paolo was quick to help, getting a chair for Tony to sit on.

“Are you OK boss?” he asked with a false note of concern. “Can I get you anything?”

“Get me outa here will you?”

“Sure Tony, sure. Tell you what, I’ll drive you home for a while, come back here and clear all this up and pick you up later.”

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    Drew Martyn 7 months ago

    He's all heart, that Paulo ;)

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