El Chico Del — Periгіdico

The city didn’t wake up all at once; it exhaled in fits and starts. Before the coffee shops rattled their shutters and the buses began their rhythmic groaning, there was only the sound of rubber tires on wet cobblestones.

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As the first sliver of orange cut through the smog, Mateo reached the end of the line. His bag was empty, his fingers were stained black with ink, and for a brief moment, before the noise of the day drowned him out, he was the only person who knew exactly how the story began. The city didn’t wake up all at once;

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