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Now Luigi Mazza was sure on what he wanted to do and he was sure that no one could stop him, not even his brother.
He did everything hiding, at the strangest time, in the late evening and at night. Now that he knew the identity of his nemesis and he knew where he lived, Luigi Mazza had all that it took to play his game strong: he only missed the joker, but he would have picked it from the bunch soon.
He was only waiting to manage to contact that dealer with the quite eloquent name, Farma and, once he gathered what he needed, he was almost going to win… it only was a matter of time.
Luigi Mazza spent those days almost maniacally waiting the evening, because he knew that in those few hours of the day his contact was going to show up.
Morning and afternoon, with the excuse of his wa
