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December 31, 2002; a few minutes before midnight.
Giorno held his glass aloft. “Let’s toast—to another year together!”
When all six champagne flutes clinked together, fizzy gold spilled out from Leone’s.
“Lads!” Mista called. “Anyone’s got New Year’s resolutions? I kinda wanna read 15 books.”
Fugo laugh-snorted at the prospect of it. “Abbacchio, you’ve been kinda quiet—what’s your resolution?”
“I want to stop drinking.”
The group fell silent.
“I dunno if I can do it though,” he spoke, eyes to the floor. “Heard it’s brutal.”
Bruno freed his hand from the full flute and laced their fingers together.