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Chapter Thirteen : A Night In Rome
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Rome, Italy
March 2015
"Do you speak English?" Mahone asked the bartender and his mind was scattered, filling another shot.
The middle-aged bartender looked up at him and said nothing, no expression.
"Ok, non lo fai ( Okay, you don't )," he sighed and finished the rest of Amaretto, a famous sweet drink in Italy.
The cocktail bar was quiet, covered with Victorian atmosphere and it was early night. A red-faced man with a giant mustache, was talking calmly with his wife and sipping soda, as they just ate their dinner. They were Asian, perhaps Malaysia, he guessed, travelling the city of stunning architecture and ancient empire. There was another couple, looked like newlyweds, holding hands and smiling at each other. Mahone looked away from them and sighed again, because he was having a intense crappy day here. He landed his foot yesterday here after accepting a hard decision, which his brother and uncle didn't know.
He had got expe
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