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It was the last day of summer, and the Tuscan wind played with their hair. They leaned against the railing of the balcony, looking up at the stars. "In Italiano, we call it the Via Lattea," he said, savoring the last syllables of the Italian word like they were slices of creamy tiramisu. --"That's beautiful," she said, looking into his eyes with white thirst. --"Si." His arm grazed gently against hers. "If only...if only we had a gallon, one hundred..." --"...and twenty-eight fluid ounces?" she said, producing a gallon of Tuscan whole milk from the folds of her evening dress. --"How did you know?" --"Oh Amato," she said, "I've known all along."