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The pavement that Marc Love walked over was nearly 1000 years old. The plaque of an old church said that at least. It said it in Italian, Spanish, German and maybe Chinese. That one he wasn't sure about. 

It seemed believable to him though. Marc liked how the stones felt on his shoes, they were smooth. When it rained it was probably a problem, but when did that ever happen. 

In the distance Stromboli made its presence known, it wasn't the biggest volcano, but it was huge visible from miles around. 

He shuffled his feet over the stones, imagined how much time and walking had eroded them away. How long would they last. 

Out of the church there was a square and across the square there was a bar. They had coffee and beer and liquor that you could buy at any time of day. So he did. An espresso and after grappa, a wine he was told but strong like whiskey. 

He felt like this would be the perfect meeting place. He didn't know when it would happen, but he decided he would just keep coming there. Inside reminded him of bars back at home. You could buy lotto tickets, and make bets on sports. 

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