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God if there was one drop of soup spilled on her nice rug, Giulia would have been lost to the fury, good thinking Antonia.
“I’m indulging myself.” Okay so maybe she’s not completely done being thorny, “I have no pets or extra pillows lying around, and you are heated.” No need to plug her in, “You also come when I say to.” Audience laugh track.
She loves flowers like her in their natural state. Only cowards will dethorn a rose. Thorny, splintered, prickly and tender, however she arrives is how she will receive her. She isn’t afraid of bleeding for her love. That being said, Antonia is afraid of rodents, so, I mean, well - okay - she has her limits, she’s human, is the point,
“And,” she smooths Giulia’s dark, coppery-brown hair back with both of her hands, “because I love you.” For her companionship, for her embrace, for her secret cocktail recipes that she won’t relinquish until she is certain that she is dying, “and you deserve it.”















