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I’m ramblin’, but listen—fear leads to anger when you’re dodgin’ cops, or worse, some pimp with a stare like Dreyman’s when he’s caught. “Fear is the path to the dark side,” I’d growl, but hell, it’s true! You’re sweatin’, heart’s racin’, thinkin’—is she legit? Is this a sting? Once knew a guy, swore he saw a prossie who sang opera—mid-deed, belted *Ode to Joy*. Swear to Force, I laughed ‘til I choked! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s my story, dammit.

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After a while, we grab some gelato. I get pistachio, Marco goes for lemon. We’re sittin’ there, laughin’, and I’m thinkin’ about how life’s a rollercoaster. One minute you’re shearin’ sheep, the next you’re chillin’ at the beach.

In Sicily, Making a Name for Vittoria (Published 2016)