Nicolo di Genova (
peace_inthe_violence) wrote2020-09-09 02:21 pm
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Malta

This is a fairy tale of blood and bullets
It is the story of three men and three women and a small island between Italy and Africa.
This is a story about tragedy and pain, about healing and hope, but mostly it is about
love.
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The question however, had her blinking, brow creasing as she turned to look at him, "What?" She shook her head then, returning to watching the milk as she stirred, checking the temperature again because she knew that once it started to heat it would heat quickly, "Not everybody does, people that have their own chicken and can get fresh eggs don't, but it's the whole commercial processing thing again, how they're washed or something strips them of a protective coating, makes the shells sort of porous or something? Easier for bacteria to grow on them, same reason you have to be careful not to get bits of shell into it when you crack one."
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He looked a little puzzled at her answer, but he let it go with a small disgruntled sound and a thump of the eraser against his notebook. "Well, when you go shopping here, the eggs will not be refrigerated." He scrawled a few more items onto his list, absently twirling the wooden utensil in his fingers as he pondered.
It was another ten or so minutes before he glanced up from the list again, his internal clock tickling at him that the milk should be coming up to the proper temperature range.
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It was right about when Nicky looked up that Nile was testing the temperature again, "Couple degrees shy, what should I be preparing to do?"