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“Ciro, amore mio,” she said, her voice honeyed and clear. “To all the dispatchers and drivers on this channel: my husband, the famous tassista , is currently upstairs using my grandmother’s rose-scented shaving cream. He will be late for his 1 AM shift because I have hidden his car keys. Not in revenge—but because I want you all to know.”

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“Casoria,” she said, lighting a cigarette. “And drive slowly. I want him to watch the taillights.” “Ciro, amore mio,” she said, her voice honeyed and clear

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