Me: your nose is flush. Her: is it? Me: just a bit. We’re sitting in Piazza San Carlo, under rather large beige umbrellas, shading out table. It’s still warm. Now with wine, and an americano before, at our favorite spot a few streets over, red noses.
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Me: your nose is flush. Her: is it? Me: just a bit. We’re sitting in Piazza San Carlo, under rather large beige umbrellas, shading out table. It’s still warm. Now with wine, and an americano before, at our favorite spot a few streets over, red noses.