Happy Life
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Thinking about how good it was that he tore out the pages with compromising information from the guidebook and left them at the base, Genaro, barely breathing, carefully listens to the situation on the floor. If everything is quiet, he gives his accomplice a signal to take up his post according to the plan, and he himself looks for a linen closet.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
