The Infidels
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Last published Sun, Mar 11, 2018
"There were never butterflies, only fire"
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"What the hell are you doing?! Do you think we've come here to take a pleasant trip?!" I whispered violently to him, aware that people were too relaxing on their marble balconies.
He sipped his tea and looked at me unerved "Well, to be honest, running away from the mafia and protecting pretty women in foreign countries is my kind of pleasant trip" and with that, he winked and turned back to gazing the Eiffel Tower quietly.
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