Buon giorno, calls my classmate. I turn. No, buona sera. The bald wineseller grins around his cigarette. Si, si.
Come ti chiami? Mi chiamo MacKenzie.
Tomaso.
Tomaso, Tomaso! I point from Thomas to Tomaso, pleased. With some difficulty, he sells us two bottles of Montefalco Rosso. I see him later in Bar Duelle, and he nods and recognizes me.
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