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Reader X Cozarto Simon
Every time I think about that day, I remind myself that miracles do exist. That day was certainly no exception; in all the misfortune I found myself in, once I bumped into Giotto, I knew everything would change. Just after G. and the two of us laughed over our own generosity, I spotted someone on the other side of the road. She wore clothes very similar to mine, but I could tell she was a girl by her curves and feminine facial features. What struck me even more was the hat on her head, an exact replica of my own. I’ll never forget it.
She noticed the group of us laughing and came over, her [H/C] locks swaying with her movements. That’s when I turned, being the charming gentleman I am, towards her and said,
“The clothes look great on you.” I had to refrain myself from adding ‘and they’d be even better off’.
“I could say the same, sir.” Her reply was quick with an underto