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Now, me quirks kick in—I’m pacin’ the deck, talkin’ to meself, “Jack, ye daft fool, don’t hire the first lass ye see!” Gotta vet ‘em, check histories—clean data, not scurvy lies. Once, I near hired a gal who swore she’d been with Blackbeard himself—exaggeratin’ for dramatics, aye, but I laughed ‘til me ribs ached. “I like simple pleasures,” I growl, quotin’ Amélie, “like rum and a good tale!”

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Poco prima di raggiungere il paese di Luco dei Marsi, all’altezza della chiesa della Madonna delle Grazie, è situato il centro marso di Angitia.

Then, I get a call from my boss. He’s all like, “Hey, we need you to move to the other side of town.” I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” So, I pack up and head over to Via dei Fiori. It’s a pretty street, flowers everywhere, but I’m in a hurry! I’m zoomin’ down the road, and BAM! I hit a pothole. My poor combine! I swear, it felt like I just dropped a bomb.

RALPH J. ALFIDI