Fai un tiro, Patriarca.
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Fai un tiro, Patriarca.
I liberali in the belly of the beast
cow, farmer, butcher
the cardinals are fighting
Tedesco’s voice tore Sabbadin out of his thoughts. “Can I have one?”
“What?” Sabbadin snapped.
Tedesco rolled his eyes. “A cigarette. A normal one…”
“Sure,” Sabbadin said, holding out the open package for him to take one. “I thought you stopped smoking?”
“Well, well, I did. Only when I drink a little too much, I still want to,” Tedesco confessed, lighting it. The flame of the lighter cast dancing shadows upon his face, and Sabbadin failed to look away. “Thank you, Giulio.”
Had Tedesco ever addressed him by his first name?
No, hardly. Not that he could recall, at least.
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