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Angelo stood victoriously in the studio door. I was so glad to see him. He had come much earlier, but it didn’t matter as he came just in time.

“Says who?” Paolo asked boldly, turning slightly to Angelo, showing his pride.

“I don’t have to hold you accountable for anything, but to see that I’m polite, I’ll answer your question. Says me!” Angelo’s voice was not in a lofty tone, he was too polite to enter Paolo’s games. But I could already say that ...