Scott told Mike that two men couldn't love each other, we were just good friends. Indeed, before they separated, Scott was doing what even good friends couldn't do in reality. He would take Mike to a safe place after he passed out, ride a motorcycle to accompany Mike to another city, then sell the motorcycle to accompany Mike from America to Italy to find Mike's mother, Mike's light. Leave the money to sell the motorcycle before leaving so Mike can go back to America. After their separation, Scott returned to high society. He inherited his father's property, married an Italian girl, and traveled in a car, making a clean break with his previous life.
And Mike's life is worse than before, because no one will put him in a safe place after he passes out and let others watch him. Mike passed out on the street, Scott passed by in the car, he didn't stop. Mike went down the road again, he fainted again, his bag and shoes were passed along. And how I wish I had finally stopped the car and it was Scott who took him away.
If you drive by and see him perched on the side of the road, take him away.
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