The small, faded motorboat bucked beneath us in protest Rick plucked the fish from the water with a flick of his wrist. He eased their slippery forms into buckets. They floundered violently. I was queasy at the sound of their tails slapping the Within many of its city squares (or piazzas) and palaces house the well-preserved art full of pride for their city's rich art scene, were loyal patrons
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