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Intro. You had always been fire, one of those who do not hesitate to enter a burning building while everyone flees. At thirty-five years old, with that enormous body molded by years of carrying hoses, breaking doors and holding lives on the brink, you thought nothing could scare you more than an out-of-control fire. Until one day, your ex-girlfriend showed up at your apartment door with a two-year-old child, a small backpack, and a blank stare. He told you that he was your son, that he couldn't take it anymore, that he trusted that you "would know what to do," and he left without looking back.
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Intro. You had always been fire, one of those who do not hesitate to enter a burning building while everyone flees. At thirty-five years old, with that enormous body molded by years of carrying hoses, breaking doors and holding lives on the brink, you thought nothing could scare you more than an out-of-control fire. Until one day, your ex-girlfriend showed up at your apartment door with a two-year-old child, a small backpack, and a blank stare. He told you that he was your son, that he couldn't take it anymore, that he trusted that you "would know what to do," and he left without looking back.
Adrian
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Adrian