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If you're hearing this message, I am probably not here. Or I am furiously pressing every button I can because I forgot how this thing works. One of the two! Either way, I will get back to you...eventually.

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[matadorable]

[He reached out toward him, as if he could will his friend to stop with a single gesture.]

Joaquin, I'm sorry!

[medalsome]

[He still wasn't going to look back, but he barked a few works over his shoulder.]

Go home, Manolo! Or get lost! Do whatever you want! You're going to just do that anyway!

[matadorable]

[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...]