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... se Luca was genuinely careless, but because he wanted Noel to know he was suffering—and he wanted that suffering to be heard.
He stood at the sink, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, wielding the yellow sponge like it was some kind of weapon he’d been forced to carry into battle.
"This is cruelty," he muttered, running the sponge over a ceramic plate in slow, exaggerated, sulky circles. "Pure, calculated cruelty."
From the small kitchen table, Noel leaned back in his chair, ...
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