My Italian Connection

Mr. Italy is avoiding eye contact. Heavy price to pay for looking away for a second. Mr. Italy is my version of Shanker Tucker, but with glasses. Smiles less. But when he does, I do.

How difficult is it to walk into the room and ask again, "How are you doing?"
The worst Mr. Italy would do is simply smile and wonder, "Why?"

Reason: I am intrigued by Italy.

Mas. Mas. I want  Mas.
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