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“Do you think your parents purposely gave you a stupid-ass name?”
Abbacchio, reclining in his chair, looked at Narancia. “What do you mean?”
“Your name’s, like… Lion-Lamb.”
“I’m acutely aware. Still…” Leone sat up. “That’s big talk, coming from the kid named ‘norange.’”
Narancia pointed his fork at Fugo, seated beside him. “You’re not going after Fugo? His name’s pudding, for fuck’s sake!”
As Fugo began to rant and Narancia began to rebuff him, Leone decided it was best to let nature run its course. He put on his headphones, drowning out the noise as he took a well-deserved nap.