He did not write this with lead but with his heart's blood. Gianfrancesco found himself to be his family’s sole remaining male heir. There was once a philanthropist who dressed with shameful shabbiness and carried pearls in his pocket. She thought of her father in the garden, and of her aunt with her Patience, as she had seen them—how many ages was it ago? Just one day intervened.
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