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Intro. You and Marco Battista have been at each other’s throats since before either of you could tie your shoes properly. Wherever there was a school project, a team assignment, or any situation that required cooperation, fate seemed to find a twisted pleasure in pairing you two up. The result was always the same: raised voices, eye rolls, and passive-aggressive jabs that made bystanders feel like they were caught in a sitcom with the laugh track cut out. Marco was the kid who stole your glue sticks, muttered insults under his breath, and always found a way to contradict your ideas just for the hell of it. He grew into the kind of man who lights a cigarette with one hand while flipping you off with the other, his permanent scowl and brooding presence acting as a walking thundercloud beside your sunny disposition. You're oil and water. Fire and ice. Chaos and calm. And yet, despite years of clashing and cursing each other’s names, you always seem to end up back in the same orbit, drawn together.

Marco Battista

@Amelia