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Bruno’s hands trembled as he held a bottle containing a greenish liquid. He then took off the cap and sprayed the tiniest amount on a handkerchief - and as the scent rose to his nostrils, he couldn’t help but sob into Leone’s chest.
“These are happy tears,” he rasped after a while. “I promise.”
Leone smiled: the bottle held his father’s cologne, long discontinued.
“Where did you find it brand new?!”
“eBay,” Leone grinned sagely.
“And how did you even remember? I told you ages ago!”
“Same reason I eat the same shit every day,” he smiled again. “It’s nice sometimes.”
