Daphne: An imperfect science.
Angelo: Exacto. Love is the same. You cannot see it, touch it, measure it. Only you can know how he makes you feel. Does he make you smile? Laugh? Makes you feel like the most amazing woman in the world?
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NO. WHAT? NO. IS THIS A FUCKING JOKE? TELL ME THIS ISN’T REAL. THEY WERE REALLY JUST STARTING TO MAKE HIM PART OF THE FAMILY. DAPHNE JUST FORGAVE HIM. HE WAS BEING A FATHER.
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?
Rest in peace Angelo Sorrento
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