His Name Is Arturo VecellioFrancesco woke up to the feeling of a warm breath on his neck. A woman with jet black, shoulder-length hair was resting her head on his shoulder. It was late in the night; the two individuals lay in bed, having just gone through yet another night of passionate lovemaking. Francesco turned his head to look at his lover. She looked up at him, and he saw her deep, beautiful blue eyes. She wanted to tell him something, he could tell."What's on your mind?" Francesco asked, still half-asleep."I was just wondering," the woman said thoughtfully, "What do you want to name our children?""W-Wha... WHAT?!" Francesco suddenly sat up, shocked by the
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