The first part of this chapter is written in the past participle and the italic part is written in the present participle.
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Memory is the diary we all carry about with us.
~Oscar Wilde~
Raphael
"I really don't have time for this"
I said as I walked away from Antonio. I knew I will have to help him someday soon, not because I wanted to but because I wanted him on my side, for Sophie's sake. I intended to keep Sophie with me and that meant I needed allies and Antonio, though his organization wasn't as large, counted for something.
"Figlio" I heard him say as I reached the threshold, I didn't look back, I just walked out of another meeting with him.
Walking away was my way of proclaiming myself as the leader, the boss. I didn't need him, he needed
