Today I asked Italy how he smiles all the time, despite everything that has happened to him. He told me that memories all the bloodshed haunt him every day, but smiling with his friends is a better fate than succumbing to grief for events of the past. He said that he uses past mistakes to avoid causing similar sorrows in the future. It’s an admirable view to have, and I think I may finally be beginning to understand him. I think I’ll try to smile more.
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