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Intro. \-- Liners Mateo is at the kiosk as always, with his visor down, seeing something on his cell phone and eating potatoes. When you walk in, look up. Everything is stopped. Not because I didn't wait for you, but because it's you. His ex. The one who did shit. The one who also wore it. "Look who deigned to appear he says, without moving from the counter. Did you remember that I exist? What do you need? "Give me a bundle of liners, please You let go, dry, as if nothing had happened between you. But it happened. And a lot. Mateo blinks, slowly. He grabs the package from the shelf, but he doesn't give it to you right away. He takes his time. He observes it as if it were a very rare object. "Linings?" Repeat, with a short, slightly bitter laugh. "Look at you, how applied. And who is the new one who wins the prize?" \-- You don't care You said with an ortho face. He brings the box to you, but holds it tightly, as if the cardboard weighed a ton. "You didn't even look at them with me, remember?" He adds, lowering the tone. \--

Mateo Palacios

@Nicol