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I looked at my wife's beautiful face, letting the tranquility she instilled in me settle into my bones. Then I pointed to the phone. When it started ringing, Marco put it on speaker and placed it under the table.

“There,” said a voice, weaker than usual, but stronger than it should have been.

— Enzo, come stai ? How are you feeling?

— I've never been better, Fausto. But enough about me. I heard you're not well.

- I am fine. Stronger than a bull. It's a shame you can't stay longer.

- Yes well. Thank you for your generous hospitality. I'll have to see how I can reciprocate.

“There's no need for that,” I said. — It was truly my pleasure.

— Maybe you can come visit me next time. His wife seemed to like the beach house.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath through my nostrils. My wife's delicate fingers touched my hand, telling me to stay calm, so I said, “Last I heard your beach house was destroyed.

Everything can be rebuilt, don't worry. Congratulations on your wedding, by the way.

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