The thing is, he saved my life when we were six years old, and he’s owned me ever since. And he knows it, the bastard. He pretends he doesn’t; maybe he even kids himself into believing he doesn’t. But he knows. Wherever he goes, he’s sure I’ll follow. He doesn’t even bother to check anymore.
It’s humbling and irritating at the same time. But that’s life with Giotto in a nutshell.
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The thing is, he saved my life when we were six years old, and he’s owned me ever since. And he knows it, the bastard. He pretends he doesn’t; maybe he even kids himself into believing he doesn’t. But he knows. Wherever he goes, he’s sure I’ll follow. He doesn’t even bother to check anymore.
It’s humbling and irritating at the same time. But that’s life with Giotto in a nutshell.