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( nothing in the world is going to change ๐น๐๐ถ๐ goodโnatured attitude.
seeks to hit both bodies, gently colliding shoulders with him.
he's not going to let the delivery man have that bad impression of himself. )
&.
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good job ?
( nervously snickering, the mexican's energy was helping to lighten up the mood a bit. )
i almost died multiple times, dunno if i did a good job to be honest.
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( his expression lightens quickly, changing from worried to a much kinder one.
a smile appeared on his lips as right arm was thrown over the other's shoulders. )
it's okayโโ i got you, man.
i just wanted to say good job.
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yes ! no ! i mean โ !
( shaking both hands out of mere anxiety, the delivery man didn't even know how to articulate words to endless meaningless thoughts. )
i guess i'm still nervous, but please, stay here.
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( the mexican was getting a little tired and although his intention was to get such attention didn't plan to scare the other.
getting back up, he taps him on the arm. )
ohโโ it's me, man.
there are no more infected things.
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( he probably had not felt the weight of everything that had happened on his shoulders until they found peace.
watching surroundings beforeโโ doesn't want anyone around, his most skillful hand is placed over his eyes to tear. )
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