“Milano is not a cookie,” Antonio growls. “It’s a city.” “Sorry, Antonio…” Jada winces. “In America it kind of is a cookie.” “If you knew the underbelly of Milano as I did,” Antonio says, “you would not think it.” “The underbelly of Milano,” I say. “Is that near the hardscrabble alley behind the Keebler Elves’ Factory?” I ask. Jada raises a finger. “I believe it’s located east of the Pepperidge Farms killing fields.” “Stop it, you guys! Let Antonio tell his backstory.” Kelsey turns to Antonio. “Ignore them, Antonio. Please go on.” Antonio fixes her with that dark expression, something I might
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