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So, I settled for a brioche. Not the same, but whatever. I chugged my coffee and dashed to the lab. Traffic on Via dei Giardini was a nightmare. I swear, I saw a guy on a bike almost get taken out by a car. Like, dude, you’re in Arese, not Milan! Chill with the reckless biking!

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