[Fugo ... can't see all the way down the hall, or around the corner. And, really, he's not much of a betting man. He's unlucky; gambling never works out for him. But there's a difference between gambling and noting repeated behaviors and making predictions based off of them. So he has to wonder, really, how far away Giorno actually is.]
Well, it's not his snow removal project. [Although it could be. Fugo's pretty sure that if he even hinted at wanting assistance with this useless, futile project, Giorno would stick his whole meddling fist into this particular pie.]
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Well, it's not his snow removal project. [Although it could be. Fugo's pretty sure that if he even hinted at wanting assistance with this useless, futile project, Giorno would stick his whole meddling fist into this particular pie.]