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Love GameOne overly peaceful night, Alois Trancy came home from a party with an odd intention, dressed overenthusiastically as usual and seeming to be on a natural high. "Ah! What a great party!" he declared as he spun happily. Claude only grunted slightly as he took Alois's coat and led him inside "I see," he noted with a stoic expression.
"It was great, Claude" Alois exclaimed, beaming. "There was this really cute boy as well and I think he fancied me" Alois went on as he placed his hand on his hips and tilted his head up, remembering the other gentleman from the party. Claude raised an eye brow to the young boy who seemed quite dazed by this other man's affections "I see," This time, Claude was holding back slightly as he spoke so not to sound too interested.
Alois glanced up at him, wanting an actual reaction from his butler. "He really liked my style, too. Though I'm pretty sure he was implying I was too covered up" Alois laughed
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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