[Fugo shoots Giorno a skeptical look. He's no Bruno Buccellati, but he can spot a fib when he sees it. He chooses not to call Giorno out on this point in the interest of strawberries.]
It looks repentantly awful. [He thumbs through the pages, noting a few dog-eared pages; he then turns it around to inspect the spine, which is worn through with creases.] Yet, somehow beloved. It should be good for evening reading.
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It looks repentantly awful. [He thumbs through the pages, noting a few dog-eared pages; he then turns it around to inspect the spine, which is worn through with creases.] Yet, somehow beloved. It should be good for evening reading.