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Antonio’s the charming, handsome farmer with an infuriating Spanish accent, and Lovino is the mysterious wine entrepreneur who comes and goes. When Antonio falls in love, he throws society, expectations, and religion to the wayside, but can a strict Catholic like Lovino do the same?
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"Good morning," he said, already throwing open his box and ripping a piece of tape off. "I'm Lovino, from the lab. Your doctor has ordered some lab tests this morning."
The patient—the lab slip said Fernandez, Antonio—groggily opened his eyes. "Oh, hello."
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- Part 31 of SpaMano Oneshots
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Lovino pointed. "What the fuck is that?"
There was a box sitting in the middle of the room; the only thing down there.
Antonio immediately grinned at Lovino. "Spooky, no?"
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- Part 26 of SpaMano Oneshots
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No, no, no—that hadn't been a person. Lovino marched across his tiny apartment, feeling goosebumps prickle across his skin. Nope. There was no way. And if it had been a person—and Lovino froze, hand on the glass—they were going to sue him. For something. Probably.
Lovino pushed the window out, stuck his head into the air. The wind ripped him to the core, and he squinted through the flurries.
"Hello."
Lovino yelped, leaned over the pane. "You're alive!"
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- Part 12 of SpaMano Oneshots
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"Any reason you were driving fifteen miles under the speed limit?"
"Safety?"
Officer Vargas frowned. "Yeah, sure. Willing to take a breathalyzer test?"
"No!" Gilbert stumbled out of the car. "That is a bullshit request! Because if you don't, Antonio—"
"I'll shoot you," Officer Vargas muttered, and Antonio wasn't sure he actually heard that. He doesn't think he was supposed to. "Sorry, do you want to take the test, instead?"
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- Part 10 of SpaMano Oneshots

