My mouth water continued to water, but I couldn't seem to swallow fast enough. I looked over at Annarita, who had already bitten through her bottom lip and seemed content on swallowing her own chin. 'If the next speaker says anything other than, 'Mo' ragà, si scende!' ('Alright boys, let's head down') I'm going to kill him with my thumb', she said, her eyes scanning over the shoulders up to the podium, calculating, I think, how long she'd have before they'd pull her off.
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