The calm following the storm, the air is cool and inviting.  My red soles perched against the wrought iron of my chair and fingers, tips BLUE, interlaced over my bear chest in a last-stitch effort to protect my heart.  “I tuoi occhi… Sei bella.”  Blushing, I raise my glass, the seam torn, and meet his.  “Ching ching.”  His eyes are dark and shimmering [...]

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