May 28, 5:30 pm.
Overlooking a grand park in Milan.  People are sunbathing & frolicking. Two unreasonably fit young men are knocking a soccer ball back & forth. They are infuriatingly shirtless.  Gwen asks, "Mario, do you think they look like that just from playing soccer?".  I am immediately besieged by thoughts of soccer camp everyday from 9 to 5, my now rapidly aging & decrepit body pummeled by soccer balls as I gasp for breath.  I tell her this & she helpfully suggests that I'd still have time to go to work at night.
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You are beautiful! No need to play soccer.
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