Nero still has his chin on his wife’s shoulder, reaching around to hold her arm up while he continues to inspect the bracelet. “You ever added diamonds to a pair of knuckles?” “Jesus Christ, man.” I shake my head. “Do you want me to order you a fucking set?” Nero looks up. “Yeah.” I almost laugh. “You want it fucking sparkly?” “Bet they break skin nicely.” I take a moment to consider it and have to agree.
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