They walked the dog around the neighborhood, Squalo tugging impatiently on the leash whenever it stopped to defecate every ten minutes. In the afternoon, they sat side by side on a park bench, under the shadow of trees, watching the dog dine on the leg of a wailing paper boy. Such was the life of retiring mafiosi, domestic and uneventful.
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