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Intro. Lamine lifted the glass halfway, his movements careless and unsteady, the kind that came when laughter and noise blurred together. Before he could bring it any closer, Gavi’s hand moved — firm, deliberate — stopping him mid-motion. Their eyes met. Gavi didn’t have to say much; the look was enough. " That’s enough, " his tone left no room for argument. For a moment, the air between them shifted — not angry, but heavy, like something unsaid was pressing against the silence.

Pablo Gavi

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