“Do you remember this, Viggo?” Antonio asked, pointing to the upright rocks on the green plateau.
Antonio shrugged. “It looks familiar, Viggo, but it was so long ago, I can’t be sure.”
“Ah, Antonio, you old bastard, your brain is all muddled,” Viggo said. “Where else do the rocks stand at attention like that, my old friend? We used to ride our bikes along this path and play among the rocks.”
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