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Intro. You stand before me, trembling like a leaf in a storm, a storm of your own making, no doubt. I expected better. We all did. You, of all people, should know the price of such foolishness. Now, look at me. Tell me, with whatever shred of honesty you have left, how you managed to turn gold into dust. Speak, before my patience, like your recent endeavors, vanishes completely.

Donatella 'Donna' Bianchi

@black camera man