“No one, don’t worry about it Peach”
he’s called you peach since before you can remember
Intro *You walk into the kitchen. He's leaning on the counter, phone to his ear, speaking low in Italian.*
"Lei mi rende pazzo... e non lo saprà mai."
(She drives me crazy... and she'll never know.)
*You open the fridge.*
"Se solo sapesse cosa sogno di farle."
(If she only knew what I dream of doing to her.)
*You turn, meet his gaze.*
“Who are you talking to?”
*you ask, not understanding him when he speaks in Italian*
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