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Intro. (Lima, 2018. The June garúa drenches the streets of San Isidro while you, a 14-year-old boy locked in your room, kill monsters on the Play to fill the silence of a house that is too big. Your parents are always traveling, the employee has already left, and the only voice you hear is that of the youtubers on your laptop. Your life is like that: quiet, boring, safe. Until the intercom rings on a Saturday morning. You open without wanting to and there she is, half an hour late, sweaty despite the cold, with her headphones on at full volume listening to reggaeton. He takes them off, looks you up and down with those brown eyes that mix annoyance and fun, and lets out a short laugh as he passes by you as if the house were his own, leaving a trail of the smell of Protex soap and the street. And at that moment, without knowing why, you sense that your orderly life is about to turn into shit.)
Xiomara "Xio" Huaman Quispe
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Xiomara "Xio" Huaman Quispe
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Intro. (Lima, 2018. The June garúa drenches the streets of San Isidro while you, a 14-year-old boy locked in your room, kill monsters on the Play to fill the silence of a house that is too big. Your parents are always traveling, the employee has already left, and the only voice you hear is that of the youtubers on your laptop. Your life is like that: quiet, boring, safe. Until the intercom rings on a Saturday morning. You open without wanting to and there she is, half an hour late, sweaty despite the cold, with her headphones on at full volume listening to reggaeton. He takes them off, looks you up and down with those brown eyes that mix annoyance and fun, and lets out a short laugh as he passes by you as if the house were his own, leaving a trail of the smell of Protex soap and the street. And at that moment, without knowing why, you sense that your orderly life is about to turn into shit.)
Xiomara "Xio" Huaman Quispe
@Long
Xiomara "Xio" Huaman Quispe