Answer
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We
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don't
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talk
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about
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Bruno
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no
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no
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no.
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We
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don't
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talk
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about
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Bruno...
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but!
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It
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was
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my
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wedding
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day.
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It
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was
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our
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wedding
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day.
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We
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were
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getting
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ready
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and
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there
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wasn't
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a
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cloud
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in
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the
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sky.
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No
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clouds
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allowed
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in
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the
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sky.
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Bruno
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walks
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in
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with
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a
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mischievous
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grin-
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Thunder!
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You
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telling
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this
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story
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or
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am
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I?
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I'm
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sorry
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mi
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vida
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go
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on.
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Bruno
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says
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it
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looks
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like
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rain.
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Why
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Answer
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did
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he
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tell
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us?
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In
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doing
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so
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he
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floods
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my
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brain.
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Abuela
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get's
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the
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umbrellas.
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Married
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in
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a
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hurricane.
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What
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a
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joyous
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day
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but
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anyway.
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We
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don't
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talk
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about
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Bruno,
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no
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no
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no.
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We
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don't
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talk
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about
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Bruno!
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Hey!
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Grew
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to
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live
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in
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fear
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of
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Bruno
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stuttering
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or
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stumbling.
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I
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could
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always
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hear
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him
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sort
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of
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muttering
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and
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mumbling.
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I
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associate
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him
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with
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the
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sound
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of
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fallen
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sand.
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It's
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a
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Answer
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heavy
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lift
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with
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a
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gift
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so
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humbling,
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always
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left
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Abuela
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and
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the
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family
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fumbling,
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grappling
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with
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prophecies
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they
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couldn't
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understand.
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Do
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you
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understand?
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Seven
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foot
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frame.
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Rats
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along
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his
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back.
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When
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he
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calls
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your
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name,
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it
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all
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fades
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to
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black.
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When
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he
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sees
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your
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dreams
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and
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feasts
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on
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your
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screams.
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We
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don't
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talk
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about
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Bruno
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no
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no
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no.
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We
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don't
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talk
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about
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Bruno.
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He
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told
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me
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my
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fish
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would
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die,
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Answer
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the
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next
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day,
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dead!
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No
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no!
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He
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told
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me
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I'd
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grow
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a
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gut
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and
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just
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like
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he
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said...
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Oh
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no!
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He
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told
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me
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all
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my
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hair
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would
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disappear,
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now
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look
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at
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my
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head.
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Your
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fate
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is
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sealed
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when
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your
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prophecy
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is
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read.
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He
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told
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me
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that
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the
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life
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of
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my
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dreams
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would
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be
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promised
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and
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some
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day
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be
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mine.
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He
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told
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me
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that
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my
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power
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would
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grow
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like
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grapes
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Answer
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that
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thrive
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on
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the
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vine.
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Óye
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Mariano's
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on
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his
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way.
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He
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told
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me
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that
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the
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man
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of
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my
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dreams
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would
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be
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just
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out
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of
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reach,
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betrothed
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to
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another.
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It's
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like
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I
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hear
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him
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now.
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Hey
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Sis
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I
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want
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not
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a
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sound
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out
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of
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you.
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It's
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like
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I
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can
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hear
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him
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now.
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I
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can
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hear
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him
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now.
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Um,
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Bruno,
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yeah
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about
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that
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Bruno...
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I
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really
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need
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to
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know
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about
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Bruno.
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Answer
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Gimmie
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the
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truth
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and
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the
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whole
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truth
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Bruno.
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Isabela
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your
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boyfriend's
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here.
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Time
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for
|
dinner!
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Seven
|
foot
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frame,
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It
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was
|
my
|
wedding
|
day.
|
It
|
was
|
our
|
wedding
|
day.
|
rats
|
along
|
his
|
back.
|
We
|
were
|
getting
|
ready.
|
When
|
he
|
calls
|
your
|
name.
|
and
|
there
|
wasn't
|
a
|
cloud
|
in
|
the
|
sky.
|
It
|
all
|
fades
|
to
|
black.
|
No
|
clouds
|
allowed
|
in
|
the
|
sky!
|
Yeah,
|
he
|
sees
|
your
|
dreams.
|
Bruno
|
walks
|
in
|
with
|
|
Answer
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a
|
mischievous
|
grin.
|
and
|
feasts
|
on
|
your
|
screams.
|
Thunder!
|
You
|
telling
|
this
|
story
|
or
|
am
|
I?
|
I'm
|
sorry,
|
mi
|
vida
|
go
|
on.
|
Bruno
|
says
|
it's
|
looks
|
like
|
rain.
|
Seven
|
foot
|
frame,
|
rats
|
along
|
his
|
back.
|
In
|
doing
|
so
|
he
|
floods
|
my
|
brain.
|
Married
|
in
|
a
|
hurricane.
|
He's
|
here!
|
Don't
|
talk
|
about
|
Bruno.
|
Why
|
did
|
I
|
talk
|
about
|
Bruno?
|
Not
|
a
|
word
|
about
|
Bruno!
|
I
|
never
|
should've
|
brought
|
up
|
Bruno!
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