The Godfather
They look at each other, standing on the edge of loud-noised danger.
He looks around, shrugs, and shakes his head; she mirrors him, looks around, shrugs, shakes her head. Her ribbons dance in the afternoon light.
The others just stand there, looking small, and afraid.
OK, you take one, and I’ll take the other, he says.
Hold on tight, he says, and wait.
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