This is how they end - the evenings that are worth it. With empty glasses, big smiles and a huge wish to start all over again. The dinner with the friend, the phone call from the other one, the arrival of a third, text messages, ring in the thumb, hand on the leg, penne with melon and prociutto, another bottle of wine, the shot of whisky for the strong ones (not me, I wish I could)...
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