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[alwaysa-winner]

The lights of the carnival bounced from attraction to attraction. A multi-color experience filled with new sounds and some familiar smells. This was different. Being surrounded by the people that meant something to themselves could never compare to the lonely years the Italian had spent. Beautiful was the only word that came to mind as they watched from afar with two snow cones in hand. The way their loveable husband interacted with their grandkids, that same twinkle in his eye even after all these years. 

Vis lampi still had it in him.

[alwaysa-winner]

Age was most definitely making him delusional because there was Lightning. Their husband outside smiling and laughing. Gleaming from ear to ear with the pool boy! Francesco was pissed. Heart racing as ze took a sip of zir coffee and stood watching the scene from the kitchen window. “I’m going to kill him”  The Italian thought to themselves as the other man got closer to the much more younger good looking man.

“Thats it”

Things took a turn for the worst as the Italian ran out the doors . Their blush sheer fur edge robe making a statement as ze stood outside screaming “mi stai ‘tradendo! Come ti permetti. con quello!”

“And you! get away from my husband” Fran started at the young man with full intent as ze watched as the young man take steps back. “ Don’t come back”