[And just like that, Joaquin had left Manolo out in the cold both figuratively and literally. Seeing his friend so angry tore at Manolo in the worst way. The man had walked off with a piece of his heart, and dread washed over him when he considered that maybe, just maybe...he'd crossed the line for good, that Joaquin would stay mad about this. At that moment, all Manolo could do was sag onto the ground, resting his back against a tree, and replay the awful conversation in his head over and over again...]
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