IN THE BASEMENT

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FIORELLA BIANCHI I have been crying since we got into the basement. I can’t believe Gabriele has kept most of our things, especially the photos of our old selves. It made me really cry because it still feels so surreal to me that I am standing in front of Benjamin. I take the teddy bear on the chair and hug it close to my heart, looking at him. “I am sorry I shouted at you the last time. I did not know that you were Jasmine, and this was something I held so dearly to my heart, and you are the first woman I have ever brought to my house. Well, of course, except for Mama Luisa. I was just too sensitive because,” He looks away and cusses. He is getting emotional, and I just don’t blame him right now. Tears don’t lie. “It was something I thought I used to communicate with you whenever I

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