Lucky Dog 1 translations 09 Giulio route 03



Part 3: Daivan

Chapter 9

Failure

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Halfway out, we slow to a leisurely walk, which we keep up as we leave the factory block.

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On the way, we pick up a taxi, get off and walk some distance, and then to and pick up another one.  We do this again and again, until finally I’m assured no one’s tailing us and I relax a tad.

On the way, we stop by a café bathroom and wash our hands.  …That’s all it took for all trace of the slaughter to disappear from Giulio’s body.

I loop around to the public phone nearby…  The number’s here on that memo Bernardo’d given me…

giandaivanu3-2-2 Gian: …Whoa.

The note I’d filched from the dead body falls out of my pockets.  When I go to pick it up … the numbers on the paper reach my eyes.

…A phone number…?  Well, I guess even thugs’ve got to know how to use a phone.  Some hot dame’s?  Their racket’s?  Home sweet home’s?

I stuff the scrap into another pocket and give a call to Bernardo.

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Bernardo: …I see.  Are you all right?

giandaivanu2-1-1 Gian: Yep, not even a hangnail.  …It’s just as the old Bondone said.  Some GD exec brought his goons and were holing up there.

Bernardo: …Was everyone killed?  Any prisoners…?

I hesitate and look over at Giulio standing a ways away, stiff as a shadow as he keeps watch over the streets.

giandaivanu1-5-2 Gian: About that…  Sorry, they’re all snuffed and out.

Bernardo heaves a sigh like he’d known it all along.

Bernardo: …I understand.  You did well.  You can come on back.  And keep an eye peeled.

His voice says this with a hint of smile.

giandaivanu2-5-2c Gian: Oh, right, right.  The bodies’re sprawled all over the field like the beat up losing team of a baseball game.  If we don’t hurry up and clean it up…

At my words, I hear another sigh from Bernardo from across the receiver, this time stinking of migraine.

Bernardo: About that…  Don’t worry about it.  Just leave them as is and come back.

giandaivanu3-11-1 Gian: Whaa?  W-W-Wait.  We can’t do that!  That mess’s definitely gonna draw all the coppers like a dancing carrot!  There’s people here who’ve seen our mugs!

Bernardo: It appears … you won’t have to worry about it. There were orders from Don Bondone.  Leave the bodies exposed as is, for show.

giandaivanu2-1-2b Gian: For show…?

Bernardo: ‘Provide our enemy with a show of terror and force.’  He wants to leave the bodies out and have the GD take the message home.  ‘This is what war is,’ as he says.

The voice is small and the tone is all, “What nonsense,” from across the wire.  I can practically see Bernardo’s sneer.

Bernardo: It looks like sig. Bondone will be taking care of the city police and the residents.  He has the money, after all.  Which is why you can come on back as is.  Sorry…

giandaivanu4-2-2 Gian: Seriously…?

My back shudders like it’s taken by the shakes, like a bug’s slithering down my spine.  Leave the bodies, clearly murdered … all the footprints … all the witnesses … just like that…?

Bernardo: There’s no way sig. Bondone would let his cute grandson and heir sit in the electric chair.  The same goes for you, Gian…

giandaivanu2-11-2 Gian: Who knows when it comes to that old baboon.

Bernardo: …I will never allow that to happen.

giandaivanu1-9-2b Gian: …Got it.  We’ll be heading back now.  Thanks a bunch.

I hang up and pass the coins that pop out over to the brat watching over the phone as a bonus … and then I walk over to Giulio.

giandaivanu2-6-2 Gian: Let’s head back.  Work’s done for today.
giuliodaivan1-3-1b Giulio: …We must check the janitor’s work before…
giandaivanu3-3-2c Gian: Janitor?  Aah, we’re leaving the place as is.  For show, he says.

Scratching my head, I relay the stupid nonsensical orders I’d heard from Bernardo.

giuliodaivan2-5-1 Giulio: Grandfather said…  I … understand.  Let us go.

We head on over to the street to pick up a taxi.

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Giulio: I have … failed…

giandaivanu2-5-2c Gian: Yeah, you’re right.  There’s the footprints…  Guess we’ll have to toss the shoes.

Giulio: No…  If it were for show … then I should have disfigured the bodies more…  They had all died instantly, so it…

giandaivanu2-9-2 Gian: …

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They say humans can get used to anything…

I think that’s a lie.  I think Giulio’s twistedness might be the only thing I’ll never get used to…

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What awaits us after we return to the hotel is…

Bernardo’s Subordinate B: …Don Bondone has called for you.

Judging from the suit’s tone and restless shifting, it’s clearer than a blaring red signal that Executive Bondone’s not here to give us candies for a job well done.

giuliodaivan4-2-2c Giulio: …  …I understand.

Beside me, Giulio’s breath trembles for just an instant … and the voice that emits from his mouth sounds like a mounted thing’s suddenly tried talking.

I look over at Giulio … and then look away.

The two of us are surrounded by the ignorant, blatantly conspicuous Bondone family troops who swarm through the lounge floor, scaring all the respectable guests.

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We ride up the elevator that’s filled to the brink of the weight limit.

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giandaivanu3-13-2 Gian: …Just what’s the meaning of this?  Going right over Bernardo, pulling this on us captains…

I spit out my complaint, rage bubbling in my gut.  But…

The elder Bondone, surrounded on both sides by his guard like he’s being supported by them, strides forward … continues towards us like he didn’t hear my words … and…

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Crack.

giuliodaivan2-3-2b Giulio: …Ngh…!
giandaivanu3-1-1b Gian: Wh—?!  Hey, just what—?!

Whoosh.  Thunk.

giuliodaivan3-1-1 Giulio: …Gasp…!  Haa…

Bondone, his shriveled plum of a face stiff as stone, swings his cane up, and strikes Giulio.  He hits his shin, and the blow is weak, but…

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Giulio: Haa … haa…  Grandfather.  I am sorry…

The Giulio sways, kneels.  …The strike wouldn’t have done more than piss off a shoeshiner brat.  But, Giulio – the Giulio … is … crumbling.

giandaivanu3-4-1b Gian: Hey, stop…!

I try to stop the old geezer who’s wailing at Giulio without a twitch in his expression, but his private guards stand in my way.  They don’t touch me with their hands, instead using their bodies to blockade me.

Thud.  Whack.

The one-sided discipline session continues.  And then, it ends.

giuliodaivan3-2-1 Giulio: I … am sorry.  I…
giandaivanu3-1-1b Gian: Giulio…!
bondone2 Bondone: Fool…!  Why did you not obey my instructions?  When will you ever learn to finish your work like a proper grown man?

The geezer spits the words out like frozen cud.  It breaks the switch – forget flipping it – and the blood rushes straight to my head and I’m just about to curse the bastard to high hell when…

giuliodaivan2-3-2b Giulio: ..I … am sorry…

Giulio says this, voice leaking out like a quaking kid’s.  I can’t do anything but stare shocked at the show of weakness…

giuliodaivan2-6-2 Giulio: …I … failed … to follow your orders…
bondone4 Bondone: The moment I have you work on larger tasks, this is how you become.  Perhaps you have become arrogant after becoming captain?

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Giulio: I…

Whack.

giuliodaivan3-1-2 Giulio: H-Haa!
giandaivanu3-4-1b Gian: Hey…!  Stop that, you senile prune head!!

This close to snapping, I raise my voice … and the old man’s eyes swivel over, eyeing me like I’m the  grime at the bottom of the gutter.  …Got him.  Guess I didn’t have to call him fatso, too.

bondone5 Bondone: …Does Alessandro allow you to keep that filthy mouth of yours?  Indeed, he has always been too soft…
giandaivanu2-8-2 Gian: Thought the foul mouth’d stop you!  Guess I was spot on!  Don Bondone, just what’s the cause for this reprimand?

As I switch over to Italian, the phlegmatic eyeballs centered in the shriveled prune’s face flickers towards me.

bondone3 Bondone: You cannot tell on your own?  …This is why youths these days…
giandaivanu3-9-2 Gian: Yeah, that’s right!  I can’t tell without you giving me a hint.  We should’ve finished the job just like your orders said!  We went over to the place you specified, and found the guys there—!

When I get this far… … …What is this…?

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I feel like there’s a horribly nasty contradiction hidden in the words I’d just said…

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And at the same time, I feel like the memo I’d completely forgotten about – the memo I’d taken from the Max guy’s body, the one stuck in my back pocket – I feel like the place it’s stuck against my skin’s pouring out cold sweat…

bondone3 Bondone: And?  I know you two have gone to the factory.  I had my men keep careful count of the bodies there.
giandaivanu2-8-1 Gian: Gh…  Then…!!  …Just what in the world’s got your tie in a twist, then?!
bondone3 Bondone: Why did you not use the vehicle and soldiers I had prepared?

…That’s it?  ‘I’d thought this was about something worse?’ I sigh from the bottom of my panicked, fluttering stomach.

giandaivanu4-3-2 Gian: We didn’t because we’d been worrying about the same things as you.
bondone2 Bondone: What did you say?
giandaivanu3-13-2 Gian: There’s a rat in the family.  Even if your men are all clean and pretty, you just try going on a raid with a parade of cars like that.
giandaivanu2-11-2 Gian: You want your successor to die for nothing?
bondone3 Bondone: Hmph…  Youths these days, you all seem to particularly enjoy directing wars with nothing but an inkling of knowledge.
giandaivanu3-13-2 Gian: You can leave the neat ranks and prettied up soldiers to the little tin soldiers!  I, though, want to survive as a man of honor of the CR:5.
bondone3 Bondone: Then, if you prize your precious life so much, you should have secluded yourself in your room with your tea.
giandaivanu4-4-2 Gian: If the GD’d pass over me if I hole up in a room like a mouse, I’d do it.

The old Bondone’s eyes shine with a thick, oily light as he glares at me.  The eyes … seethe with a roiling mixture of hatred and something like greed, dangerous like churning oil.

bondone3 Bondone: Fine.  I will only tire, arguing with fools with such limited intelligence.  …Tomorrow, you will also move according to my orders.

‘…Since when’d this geezer become my boss?’  I practically spit out … but, for now … if I keep it cool, hold it in, it’ll still be OK.

bondone3 Bondone: Giulio.
giuliodaivan3-2-2 Giulio: Y-Yes…
bondone2 Bondone: Whatever you do, do not harm the family name.  …Remember this.  I can replace you.  If you wish to stay in the family, be useful to me.
giuliodaivan2-3-2b Giulio: Grandfather…  I … am sorry…

…‘Replace you?’  …Replace Giulio?!  Just the words themselves send a warning message through my mind … and without really understanding what the phrase means, I get a bad feeling.

giandaivanu4-2-2 Gian: …All the GD thugs cut up today.  All of that Giulio did on his own.  And even after all that, you’re still gonna treat him like he’s useless?
bondone3 Bondone: Even a punk with a gun can murder.
giandaivanu3-1-1b Gian: Wh—
bondone3 Bondone:  Giulio, you will follow my orders.  That is the only thing for me you can do right.

Leaving nothing but those words…

…the old man turns his back to me and Giulio, dragging his fat old body and his cane along, and, supported by his men, they leave.

After that…

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Giulio: …Ugh…

giandaivanu2-8-2 Gian: H-Hey there!!  Get a hold of yourself, Giulio…!

After getting whacked by the prune, Giulio’d stayed curled over like a clay doll.  I help him up … and startle at the lack of strength in his body.

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Giulio: A-Ah…  …Signor Gian…

giandaivanu4-2-2 Gian: What’s wrong…?  You’re not someone’d who’d go down from something like that…

Giulio: My apologies…  I am … all right now…

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He’s back to the usual Giulio voice and face…  …No…  Inside Giulio’s eyes, there’s some murkiness, like the oil at the bottom of a frying pan, stuck there.

…This oily feeling…

giandaivanu4-3-2 Gian: Fuck!  That geezer…  Just ‘cause he’s your grandson doesn’t mean you can do whatever the fuck you want with him!  …Treating me like some scum hoodlum…
giuliodaivan2-3-2b Giulio: My … apologies…  It … is because I have … angered Grandfather…

No, that’s not right.  That’s not it.  Just when I pat Giulio, who’s still swaying slightly standing on his own, on the shoulder…

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Bernardo: Ugh…  Gian?  Giulio…?!

Bernardo, with his refreshingly familiar guards, comes dashing towards us.

giandaivanu2-8-2 Gian: …Jeez.  ‘s that what military style is?  I’m praying to God hallelujah I wasn’t born in an age that knows war, seriously.

Bernardo: The war that old man is talking about is nothing but an illusion.  Pride, honor – the moment those come into conversation it’s all out of the question.

giandaivanu3-13-2 Gian: But armies positively adore those words.

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Bernardo: Just like how children love the candies you give them for good behavior.  …Were you hit earlier?

giandaivanu2-9-2 Gian: Oh, yeah.  Giulio did, I mean.  Shit, even back in the abbey the female gorilla wouldn’t have hit me if I’d just say sorry…

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Gently, I release the hand that’d been supporting Giulio’s shoulder…  He’s … standing, I guess…

berndaivanc4-6-2b Bernardo: Let’s sit for a little.  I’ll have them bring over something to pep you up.

Bernardo has us sit down at the sofa by the windows.  With a wordless order, he has someone bring over a coffee set and a whisky bottle.

berndaivanc4-4-2 Bernardo: …To think that he would even snub me…  Perhaps I went too far…

He mutters this to himself in a rather irritated tone.  Bernardo’s must’ve been damming quite a bit inside…

berndaivanc1-1-1 Bernardo: I can endure being treated like a child.  I myself am just treating him like a senile old man.  But, to treat you, the next boss, in such a manner…
giandaivanu1-1-2b Gian: It’s OK.  But, if Boss were here…  …I mean, Old Pops, he must’ve had a really hard time.
berndaivanc4-3-1 Bernardo: That sounds about right…

I suddenly realize…  I look over at Giulio who’d been sitting next to me, still as table decoration.  Just now I just went and bad-mouthed his grandpa in front of him…

giuliodaivan4-2-1 Giulio: … … …

But Giulio just has his eyes trained on the steam slowly wafting up from the coffee I’d poured for him, black, without even sugar…  He doesn’t move, not even to breathe.

berndaivanc4-4-1 Bernardo: I have already passed my complaints to Counselor Cavalli.  All the Board members have gathered behind Don Bondone, and their support are making his voice much too loud.
giandaivanu1-9-2b Gian: …Too many chefs ruin the soup, eh?

Bernardo drinks his nth cup of black coffee, guzzles it down like he’s trying to drink his sorrows away.  …Guess it’s been coming.

Bernardo sighs a sigh made up of something of everything into the empty cup when…

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Luchino: Hahaha, look at you go.  Will you allow me to join your tea party, ladies?

A bright voice comes from the direction of the elevator, crisping up the air.  Luchino comes over, alone now that he’s scattered his men somewhere.

giandaivanu2-6-2 Gian: You’re late, Lucchini!  Did you trample the White Rabbit and his watch below before you came up?

Luchino: If I had to say, I feel more like I’d just seen Humpty.

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…Ah, the old Bondone, huh.  Luchino sits down on the sofa.  He pours his glass about half-full with top-quality whisky and, cup in his large hand, swirls it around.

luchidaivan5-4-1 Luchino: There was a Lincoln being fancy with the illegal parking out front, backing up all the traffic.
berndaivanc4-2-2 Bernardo: He was here just earlier.  They were having a quarrel with Director Bondone.  Things’d gone as he’d ordered, so why is he so unsatisfied, etc.
luchidaivan4-4-2 Luchino: …I see.  Well, I’m sorry to interrupt when it looks like you have a stomachache, but … I have nothing but bad news today.
berndaivanc4-3-2 Bernardo: Sigh … save the good news is for the dreams, huh?
luchidaivan4-2-1 Luchino: I received a call from my store.  It looks like there’s been movements in the finance.  Some of the directors have notified me, telling me keep away from using any money that can’t be recorded in the books for a while.

There’s a click as Bernardo clenches the edge of his cup with his teeth, and he breathes an irritated groan.

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Bernardo: We are in war…!  Do they think there will be an end to the receipts for bullets and wages to the troops?  Damn it.  So I guess you can’t loan me money now either, Luchino?

luchidaivan4-1-1 Luchino: If I absolutely must, they said the Board must review the expense first.

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Scrrk as Bernardo’s stiff fingers pull  through his long hair, scratching his skull.

berndaivanc2-1-2 Bernardo: Do they have a grudge against my stomach and hair?
giandaivanu2-10-1 Gian: Maybe your stomach and hair killed their parents and raped the baby sister!
luchidaivan4-4-1 Luchino: Well, that can’t be helped, then.  …Money-wise, there’s a hundred thousand left from the laundering…  If we use that, how many days will it last us?
berndaivanc1-1-1 Bernardo: Depending on the situation … two weeks…?  No, if we even have to bring things up to the mayor, then … with that, perhaps one week.
giandaivanu1-2-2 Gian: Wooow…  Man, war…  Guess even wars between gangs cost a lotta money…
berndaivanc4-1-1 Bernardo: This trifle can’t compare to what it’s like with wars between countries.

With a bitter laughter, Bernardo takes the cup he’d been sipping coffee from and pours it full of whisky this time.  Bottoms up.

berndaivanc4-3-2 Bernardo: Sorry, Luchino.  I’ll return the money you lend me with interest.
luchidaivan5-2-1 Luchino: I will wait very patiently.  After all, if we lose, there won’t be interest nor shit to go around.

Luchino laughs and sends us a wink, but … the dark cloud hovering around the round table remains persistent.  It was practically ready to shower us with a gloomy rain when…

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Giulio: …I am … sorry…  I did not … do well … and angered Grandfather, and caused trouble for … everyone …

giandaivanu2-2-2b Gian: …Ummm … well.

At first, all of us fall silent, ‘??’ over our heads as we wonder just what Giulio’s talking about.

giandaivanu2-4-2b Gian: I already told you, Giulio.  It’s not your fault.

I somehow manage some halfhearted words…  Rather than try to comfort Giulio, I try to say something that won’t really hurt him.

berndaivanc2-1-1 Bernardo: To be honest, it went well when the Boss had been around, so…  Whoa, Gian.  This isn’t something you should be depressed about.
giandaivanu1-1-2b Gian: Sigh … I wanna be big.  Someone great and amazing, who’ll make things easier for everyone.

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Bernardo: You will.

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Luchino: Personally, I like it when things are a tad on the busy side.

giandaivanu1-2-2b Gian: Shucks, you guys…  Quit making something so hard sound like it’s nothing.

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Giulio: …I will follow Signor Gian….

Just when Giulio started talking…

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The elevator dings and footsteps approach – stomping that even the carpet can’t muffle.  It’s the clomping of an idiot looking to dump his bucket of rage somewhere.

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Ivan: Aaaagh!  Fuck fuck shit!  Fuck!  Those fucking hillbilly punks!  Die in a fire, fuck!  I’m gonna fucking whack ‘em all!!

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He suddenly appears, no greeting or salutation whatsoever as usual.  The idiot plops down in an empty seat and glugs the whisky into a glass…

ivandaivan3-1-2 Ivan: …They’re goin’ down…

He empties the sunset-dyed cup in a breath.  Finally, after that…

ivandaivan2-4-1b Ivan: Phwaah…  So?  Why’s all the captains gathered together?
berndaivan4-3-1 Bernardo: I suppose it’s now become an emergency captain’s meeting.  It looked like something’s bothering you, Ivan?
ivandaivan3-1-2 Ivan: Bother?  Bother my fucking ass!  Fucking GD moles, all of ‘em…

Ivan dumps more whisky into the glass, filling it up to the brim.  He grips it tight, clenches until it’s almost cracking…

…Looks like a lot’s happened to Ivan today, too.

All his hits’d come up empty, and on top of that … his racket, the whores from the red light district, had kept getting targeted by the gangs and couldn’t do any business.

Ivan grumbles like a radio show about it, and let his emotions fly.

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Finally, the meeting that we’d spent listening to Ivan’s complaints ends and we return to our rooms…

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…And the first thing I do is beeline to the bathroom and turn the hot water knob.  The water fills up the tub…

First, I forcibly shove Giulio into the bath.  I have him wash up in the full tub and in the meantime I look for some change of clothes…

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…To think, that I, who live and die hating baths even in the CR:5, would end up taking a bath every day.

giandaivanu1-1-2b Gian: …But today sure needs one…

I bury my nose in my clothes and sniff…

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…I watched everything that’d happened, and I was there, standing in the middle of it all.

But … there’s no scent of blood in my clothes.  Maybe my nose’s just desensitized or something…

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But, if I don’t take a bath for my mood’s sake, I feel like some nasty liquid’s drenching my body all over, keeping me from falling asleep.

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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. xluckydog
    Jul 27, 2014 @ 17:08:04

    Gian: About that… Sorry, they’re all snuffed and out.
    Correction: About that… Sorry, they’re all snuffed out.

    Bernardo drinks his nth cup of black coffee, guzzles it down like he’s trying to drink his sorrows away. …Guess it’s been coming.
    Correction: You meant to say ninth cup of black coffee? And I dunno why but it’s been coming don’t sound right to me either…

    Ivan dumps more whisky into the glass, filling it up to the brim. He grips it tight, clenches until it’s almost cracking…
    Suggestion: Maybe put a “and” in there by clenches or change “clenches” to “clenching?”

    Bernardo: Sigh … save the good news is for the dreams, huh?
    Correction: *Sigh … save the good news for the dreams, huh?

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    • Plati
      May 19, 2016 @ 09:30:58

      Actually, “nth” is a math reference. “n” stands for number, meaning Gian doesn’t know what cup he’s on so he’s making it into a variable. The sentence is correct.

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