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Emma and Lorenzo were on the balcony, sitting on the small sofa there. “Will you tell me what's wrong?” Lorenzo asked, while looking at her, on the other hand, Emma didn't answer, but she was smoking without looking at him. “Don't make me mad at you, love.” He spoke again, this time he snatched the cigarette she had in her hand.
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