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Just talked on the phone.” “On the pay phone? Y qué dice? What did he say, tío?” Anything was more interesting than the empty 7-Eleven. “Just talked, Paco. To a girl.” I laughed sharply then because I sex knew Al wanted me to keep asking questions. I was even more certain when I saw him smile slowly. Then he cracked one eye open and looked up at me, sex rubbing his gray stubble with one hand. He huffed slightly, “College kid, left some girl his parents hate back home.” “Why’d he call sex her from way out here, tío?” Asking questions wasn’t really my style, so I made sure I asked slowly, not wanting to get ahead of myself. “Don’t rightly know, son,” Al drawled. “Second day he’s been here, Al.” I said it more to the air than to him. Al and I do that a lot. I’m pretty sure neither of us hears much of what we talk about; we talk a lot but don’t say much at all. “Huh,” Al responded.
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