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He was fairly sure that nun on the Via Veneto would survive. “It’s a nightclub, not just a bar,” grumbled Mateo, staring out the window at the buildings flashing by. He still wasn’t over the incident with Xander, though it had been a good twelve hours prior. Those seven words were more than double what he’d spoken all day. “And a good one at that,” added Tomás from the back-seat. “I heard Angelina Jolie was there just last week.” “Please,” sneered Julian, steering the car around a corner so fast the two right-side wheels lifted a few inches from the ground. He narrowly missed crashing into an elderly couple crossing the street. “She’s too busy making movies to hang out in bars.” The car fishtailed as Julian overcorrected. Mateo and Tomás were thrown against the windows. “Do they even h
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