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*gives you sad puppy-dog eyes and pats your head*
*punches you then apologizes and gives you a big hug*
When the big pizza pie hits the moon like your eye, that's amore. When you've had too much wine, that's amore. Bells. When the moon hits your big pizza pie like your eye, that's amore. When you've had too much wine, that's amore. Bells. WHEEEN THEEE big pizza pie hits the moon like your eye, that's amore. That's amore. When you've had too much wine, that's amore. That's amore. Bells. WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEN THEEE moon hits your big pizza pie like your eye, that's amore. That's amore. (ore) When you dance down the street like you've had too much feet, you're in love. When that's amoreeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyy (you've had too much wine) (pizza) (that's amoreeeeeeee)
When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that's amore. When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine, that's amore. Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling, and you'll sing "Vita bella". Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay, like a gay tarantella. When the stars make you drool just like a pasta e fasul, that's amore. When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet. you're in love. When you walk in a dream but you know you're not dreaming signore, scusami, but you see, back in old Napoli, that's amore. When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that's amore. That's amore, when the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine, that's amore. That's amore. Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling, and you'll sing "Vita bella" (Vita bel-, vita bella). Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay. Like a gay tarantella, lucky fella. When the stars make you drool just like a pasta e fasul, that's amore. That's amore. When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet, you're in love. When you walk in a dream but you know you're not dreaming signore, scusami, but you see, back in old Napoli, that's amore. Amore, that's amore.
BECAUSE EXPLOSIVE FEET PICS KILLED MY GRANDMA OK
WHY NOT WHY DON’T YOU LIKE EXPLOSIVE FEET PICS ANYMORE
Eclif's partner and my friend; it's hard to talk about her nowadays because Eclif refuses to even think about them. She was pretty cool, if a little too impassioned.
Eclif's brother; I'm not very close with him but he seems like a cool guy, Eclif and them seem very close.
My father; I have conflicted feelings about what he did to my mother and brother, but I've never really interacted with him so I don't really have any opinion about him.
My youngest son; he is the tallest of the two but he hasn't shown any signs of awakening my father's powers. Seems like only Eclif will have them. Disappointing, but not unexpected.
My mother; I don't remember a lot about her as I was young when she passed, but she tried her best to raise us by herself and I miss her a lot.