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Oh hey Melina. That's true. You still working at the restaurant?

Exhausted.

Isn’t it what work is always supposed to do? Even though it sucks.

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Oh I'm not scared of him. Maybe I'll challenge him to a duel. What do you think?

Exhausted.

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H-housing court... it... I might actually win this one. There's a feeling, boss. 

It just feels different, y'know? Like... not a failure of epic proportions. 

Exhausted.

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How much would...    No, no, I have my morals.  The latter sounds good, though. 

Exhausted.

Can be arranged, mon cher. Oh, I’d be gentle, I promise. Maybe if I spanked his bum with a foot long ruler instead? Would that work for you? Or you know, you could just hop into a jacuzzi with a fine honey and spend the day making loooove.

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Oh yeah? Well he's a lucky guy. You're kind of hot. 

And when I say kind of, I mean smokin'. 

Exhausted.

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No, sir. I'm fine, sir. Anything I can get you?

Exhausted.

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...Yes.  Violence of any kind is never the answer thank you very much. 

Exhausted.

Aw damn. That really sounds like a pain in the ass. Where are you working? Do you want me to kick your boss in the shin and give him a wedgie he’ll remember until his last breathing moment?

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Exhausted.

This Hathatorture work is killing me. 

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"I--I--I...there was... it happened so fast! SO FAST. I wanted to put the water to boil..." Franco stared wide eyed in horror, sheer horror, at the scene in front of him. Angelo's kitchen sprayed white. "And the towel happened." Franco shook his head, his mouth twisted and curled downwards into a grimace. "It...that was the first to go up in flames." 

"And then...and then..." he took a deep breath. "I threw it." 

Ellie & Franco

In all honesty, when Ellie had gotten into her car and made her way over to Valence, more precisely, the Morellos’ home, being greeted by a fire had been the last thing she expected. And that was not even metaphorically speaking. There was fire, actual fire, and a pale looking Franco standing in front of it, utterly petrified, it seemed. Good Lord, what had he done?

Squeaking in shock, Ellie dropped her purse on the kitchen counter before she hurried over to the boy as fast as her heels would allow her to, yanking him back by his t-shirt. “Christ, Franco! What on Earth!” Praying to ever God that was out there and ready to hear her pleadings as well as Angelo’s common sense, the red head yanked the cupboards open in a hysterical search for a fire extinguisher. Because to be quite frank, that was the only thing that could rescue them in the moment. She was lucky, however, and the fire was drowned out by the white shower only seconds later.

“Okay, please elaborate?”

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Ellie & Franco

Franco had tried to wait. He had. He'd sat patiently and twiddled his thumbs in the kitchen, prepared to wait until Ellie arrived to help him learn how to cook the casserole he'd wanted to make. It was time he learnt how to be capable in the kitchen, it seemed most Italian men could rustle up a beautiful meal--everyone except Franco. I could just put the water to boil...yeah.

Thirty minutes later, Franco stood in the middle of Angelo's kitchen in a panic. "Dio, what have I done?" Out of the corner of his eye he spotted the red head appear through the open door leading in from the garden, as he'd told her it was fine to come on round. 

"There's so much fire..." 

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Hey, you. 

Home Sweet Home.

Now…where’s my family? I need hugs from all of you.

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Text → Angelo

Angelo: He is aware, considering he gave his own input at the time. Frankly father had a reputation to uphold. You understand this.

Franco: Yeah... I[m sorry for embarrasisng you.

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Text → Angelo

Angelo: If I said that I was clearly young, would that help the situation?

Franco: AHAHA I WONDR WHAT DAD WOULD THIN OF HIS GOLDEN CHILD IF HE KNEW.

Franco: Does padre know? :o

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Text → Angelo

Angelo: I really thought we had had this conversation. Don't listen to Veronika, she's likely drunk or punching someone. We'll talk about this soon.

Franco: Nawwwp. CUZ I WOULD'D RMEMEBERED THAT.

Franco: K cool.

Franco: srsly though you and Al lessia?

Franco: :D

Franco: :D

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Text → Angelo

Franco: You nevr did tell me who ur baby Mama was :D s cool Veronika told me. WOw.

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Wow.

I mean, ah, well, huh. 

Huh. Makes sense now. Oh so much makes sense.

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