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Then he cracked one eye open and looked up at me, rubbing his gray stubble with one hand. He huffed slightly, “College kid, left some girl his parents hate back home.” “Why’d he call her from amaru. tewpac way out here, tío?” Asking questions wasn’t really my style, so I made sure amaru. tewpac 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 amaru. tewpac much of what we talk about; we talk a lot but don’t say much at all. “Huh,” Al responded. Leaning his head against the wall again, he closed his eyes. Al ended conversations that way, if he even had them to begin with. I reached down and poured the change from the cup into my palm. “How about some Twinkies, tío?”
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