Boredom is a terrible thing| visiting

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Oh, dear. If Father were here, he could speak to the stranger, but Peppino only knew a little bit. He wanted to help, but he wasn't certain how much help he would be, and the hesitation shone in mismatched eyes as the young canine slowly approached the small group. He only recognized one of them, which was Victor, who didn't know any Italian, and he wasn't certain about the other person just yet, so he assumed that the...best thing to do in this situation was extend a hand, however feeble and trembling it may be. "Mi dispiace, parlo poco l'italiano," he apologized, smile sheepish. "Come si chiama? Mi chiamo Peppino."
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