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At the far end of the pool he pressed his foot against the pump and lay back looking up at the strip lights. In one movement he twisted and turned and swam up to the top end of the pool where he lay on his front. He was still enjoying the vigours of the massage, …
By his own estimation of the waters you did not need to know much about Piero to know things were looking decidedly lumpy. His wife had left him two years before for a fisherman; his one and only daughter had moved to the north – apparently also in pursuit of a fisherman; as a consequence, …