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  1. Public Bookmark 91

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    There were also the rare nights, night like this, where the last thing Giorno wanted was to be touched. Mista imagined it as a violent repulsion, much like his own feelings towards the number four. It was a desperate, painful fear and Mista had learned not to take it personally. It had little, if anything, to do with him.

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    12 Jul 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 6

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    "Love is the tide, it rises and falls. Strong like the ice, but gone with the thaw. Love is the rain that falls in the night. Hard in December, dry in July."

    "But I have you now, by the throat, by the pound. But I have you now, gonna drink you down."

    Giorno's a little tired. Hasn't been sleeping well. Mista's gotta take care of that.

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    11 Jul 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 2

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    Después de ser atacado por un stand, Giorno usa a Gold Experience Requiem para salvar su propia vida.
    Pero algo cambia. Su habilidad provoca un efecto completamente inesperado… uno que desafía toda lógica.
    Por raro que parezca, resulta embarazado.
    Y no tiene idea de cómo.

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    11 Jul 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 1

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    ¿Cómo se sigue viviendo después de ver a tus compañeros morir? ¿Hay una forma de sanar?

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    10 Jul 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 69

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    Giorno stared wide-eyed at the sunflower petal in the palm of his hand. He grasped it tight and hid it immediately like a child. He felt the fear settle inside him and reality slapped him across the face: he was dying and he was in love.

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    28 Jun 2026

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