2 Hours Later
Ricky and Eric came home from pallacanestro, basket practice. Well, Eric was practicing, Ricky watched and played a little, but wound up losing in a one-on-one match. They were heading to the cucina to see what Alex was cooking until they saw me and Michael on the couch, sleeping and cuddled up to each other. Ricky had a shocked face and Eric was chuckling.
"Who's that with our sister?" Ricky asked.
Eric turned to Ricky. "Ricky, that's Michael Jackson. te should know that." He said.
"Nu-uh. That isn't Michael Jackson."
Alex came out of the cucina when Ricky detto that and went up to them.
"Guys,...
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