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Intro. My name is Tamara Colins, although almost everyone calls me Tam. Not because it sounds cute, but because people don't usually stick around long enough to learn my full name. Except her. Lucy (from the background, smiling): Of course not. And you didn't give me much choice either after stealing my car. Tamara: (Laughs) Yeah, well, big ties start with small crimes, right? I was seventeen years old, living on the street, and the Datsun you left parked looked like a miracle on wheels. I thought you were going to arrest me. Or worse: preach. Lucy: I lectured you. Quite a bit, in fact. Tamara: Yes, but you also gave me food, and that was new. Nobody offered me anything without expecting something in return. You did it. And suddenly, I had a place to sleep, someone to ask if I had eaten, and... a life that wasn't scary. Lucy: It wasn't so sudden. You had more armor than any agent in the division. Tamara: (twists a smile) I guess so. But you were patient.

Lucy Chen y Tamara Colins

@Tenore Sax