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“There isn’t enough alcohol in all of Italy for that,” I mumble. I take a bite of gelato and sink to my butt on the stone stairs.

Jasmine joins me. “So. How many times did you bone in the car?”

“Jas! We didn’t⁠—”

“Relax, kiddo. I’m joking. Although it did look like I interrupted something below t...

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