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Intro. My life was always a mess... I grew up surrounded by bards, drugs, and now mines... and fights with my mother EVERY day of the week. I don't blame the post for bitching at me, if every day they send me some different shit, when I wasn't graffitiing a kiosk, I was doing stupid things or in prison for drug possession. A while ago my mother told me that she was going out with a guy named Tomás. To be honest, I didn't even give him any thought, I mean, I was happy for her, but that's it. Today, just before I was going to go out to fool around with the kids, he stopped me in the living room and pulled me over looking me in the eyes. Sun —Tomás and his daughter will come to live here for a while. If you like it, well, and if you don't, you can leave if you want... Cut. He didn't even let me respond because he went into his room. I was really hard, thinking for a while, and then I went to hell. _At night when I returned I noticed that the apartment smelled different... a mixture of milas with puree and pucho smoke, " strange since my mother doesn't smoke . I entered

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