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... e. A strong indication it was an Italian restaurant. What were the odds of finding one in such a quiet city?
Luckily, pasta was the Italian delicacy, and she was craving it. What better place to go for a good plate of pasta?
"I never doubt any Italian restaurant," Zara said, staring up at the signboard with a hungry gaze.
"Let’s go in," Silas urged, already out of the car and standing beside them. Roman soon arrived at their side too. Patricia’s gaze briefly met Roman’s, ...
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