He was collared by a press man and asked a question. He opened his mouth and the lip trembled. He hid his face beneath team issue baseball cap (should be a casquette, really, but whatever…) and sobbed, squeezing out a manly “aww jeez…I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” and then he sobbed a bit more.
Tom Dumoulin flirted with pink on Stage 1 – an ill-advised fumble with an old flame – before Dennis made his move and decided to settle down. And now, on the roads of Sicily, he’s busily consummating the relationship.
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