Dante

Standing outside near the pool gave me a sense of vulnerability. It was probably just the way I was raised in the bloody world of the Mafia. Nevertheless, it felt as if at any moment, we could be within someone’s sights. I peered over the edge of the cliff down into the dark abyss. The salty scent lingering in the breeze and the crash of distant waves alerted me to the Pacific Ocean far below. I’d been here during the day and seen the glistening waves for myself.

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