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Fedeltà #770


“Having a ball? How great! How many balls though?” Livia laughed a grubby laugh, which set the lunch going really well. Marcia responded.

“Why? What’ve you heard? Who’ve you been speaking to?” she said, giggling herself, having twigged Livia’s question.

“It’s just that with Tony behaving like a zombie, it’s difficult to imagine life being a ball as such round your house.” Livia was still laughing.

“Fair point I guess, but as for Tony, we’re ships that pass in the night, except that we don’t pass or do anything in the night!” Marcia also saw the funny side of things.

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