[The weight of Joaquin's hands dispelled some of the drowsiness, the urgency his voice making him more alert. Manolo straightened up a little, although he began to wear a confused frown.]
...Why do they both hate you? [And then his eyes grew round like saucers.] Joaquin. Don't tell me you actually...
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Date: 2016-03-31 10:04 pm (UTC)...Why do they both hate you? [And then his eyes grew round like saucers.] Joaquin. Don't tell me you actually...