“Your best moment?” he finally interrupted. I thought awhile. “The first night is the one I remember best—perhaps because I fumbled so much. But also Rome.”
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“There is a spot on via Santa Maria dell’Anima that I revisit every time I’m in Rome. I’ll stare at it for a second, and suddenly it’ll all come back to me.”
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“I had just thrown up that night and on the way back to the bar you kissed me. People kept walking by but I didn’t care, nor did you. That kiss is still imprinted there, thank goodness. It’s all I have from you. This and your shirt.” He remembered.
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“And you,” I asked, “what moment?” “Rome too. Singing together till dawn on Piazza Navona.”
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