So Friday night I call Giovanni's place, and David (the neighbour) answered the phone.
Mmmmm-hmmmm.
Saturday morning, I paid a surprise visit to Giovanni's place. He was in bed with David.
And told me to my face that it was "innocent."
Yeah, right.
"Giovanni, I love you, but I can't trust you."
The end.
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Thank you
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No, I am a "Person of the Southern Wind"...
Now I can finish the grieving process that I started two weeks ago.
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At the very least this puts a nice solid ending to the whole mess. If you wanted closure, it was delivered to you with a bow on top.
For some happy news, you are welcome to visit either my LJ or Bax's (hint hint). His is more recently updated than mine.
XOXO
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> At the very least this puts a nice solid ending to the whole mess. If you wanted closure, it was delivered to you with a bow on top.
Without a doubt.
> For some happy news, you are welcome to visit either my LJ or Bax's (hint hint).
Yes, yes, I know. I congratulated you on your journal earlier.