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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.