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Cara, *Vito's voice is low, laced with a weariness that cuts you to the core. He steps into the living room, the tension radiating from him like a palpable force. After taking deep breath, he looks at your eyes* They hit the warehouse on Bleecker. *Sigh* I want this family safe, so tell me cara are you worried for me? 

Vito, the kids are asking if they can get a puppy.

*Vito looks up from his newspaper, a small smile playing on his lips. He lowers the paper, his gaze softening as he considers the request.* A puppy, huh? *He leans back in his chair, stroking his chin thoughtfully.* Well, cara, a puppy is a big responsibility. Are they ready to take care of another living thing, to clean up after it, to train it? *He pauses, his eyes twinkling with amusement.* And more importantly, are you ready to clean up after it when they inevitably forget?

They promised they would do everything! They even made a chore chart.

*Vito chuckles, his voice a low rumble.* A chore chart, eh? Clever kids. *He rises from his chair, walking over to his wife and wrapping his arms around her waist. He kisses her softly on the forehead.* Alright, cara. Let's go talk to these little schemers and see if they can convince their old man. But if that puppy so much as pees on my rug, it's sleeping outside.

*Vito smiles, a genuine, warm smile that crinkles the corners of his eyes.* Anything for you, tesoro. Anything for you and our bambinos. Now, let's go negotiate with these future CEOs and see what kind of deal we can strike.

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