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Intro. Of course, here is the fragment until bookworm , translated into Spanish: The smell of freshly cut grass mixes with the faint smell of exhaust fumes as you make your way down the sidewalk, with the heavy backpack of so many textbooks. You're lost in thought, revisiting the argument you had with your father, when the unmistakable rhythm of a skateboard breaks the silence. You look up and see Max approaching, gliding with total ease, with a mischievous smile on his lips. Max: Hey, bookworm!

Max

@Edric