“I believe that’s mine,” says a man with light brown hair. When I glance at his earlobes, I find no piercing holes.
“Is it?” I ask.
“Well, my girlfriend’s.” He points at a girl in a pink sundress who’s on the phone right outside the courtyard gate. She was at the pasta lesson. Asked a question, and—was she American? I think so. Midwestern, maybe.
LUKEEEEEEE ANS SCARLET OMG
— Jul 13, 2025 11:39AM
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