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But serious—whaddya think she dreams of? ‘Cause I bet she does. Maybe a kid somewhere, or just a warm bed. *Yi Yi* says, “We’re all lonely sometimes.” Damn straight—her too. Makes me sad, y’know, guts twistin’. Ever talk to one? I did—years back, outside Philly. She said, “Larry, I’m just tryna eat.” Blew my mind—simple, raw. Not “Larry,” course—didn’t know me from Adam—but felt personal, y’know?

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Finally, we find a dress that’s stunning. I mean, it’s like it was made for her! She’s twirling in the mirror, and I’m feeling like a fashion wizard. But then, she says, “I need shoes.” Ugh, of course! So, we dash over to this shoe store on Via Vittorio Emanuele.

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