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Sergio is looking at the national shirt with the number 3 with a strange feeling. He doesn’t want to hug him or hit him for fun or yell at him and later think about how to start a normal conversation. The man who turned didn’t have blue eyes and ironic smile. Won’t ask him ''why are you looking at me? Oh, did you miss me so much?''. And he won’t roll his eyes with a ''no'' lie.
He isn’t Geri. His Geri. and he is missing him now.
It's so good that he has the right shirt in his closet.
