Paper guanacos

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"Hey Carmen!" Shouted Roundabout over to her as she walked on the streets of Nueva Flor. Gray would not fulfill his promise. He wouldn't. Once she saw her son, she picked up her son and held him tightly in her arms.

"Come on, come on, you recitation!" Said Roundabout.

"Describe your reconciliation."

"I hope, before his simulation." Said Roundabout.

"I hope he brought our little group vacation."

"In all his dreams he saw our baby." Smiled Carmen and ruffled Mateo's crimson curls.

"And he's teaching him. Like paper guanacos in San Rafael."

"Oh yes, papers and lamas. What does this have to do with Gray?" Asked Roundabout.

"Since we'll need papers for our immigration. No tricks, all I have is my reputation." Warned Roundabout.

"I don't want any phony complications."

"No, no. He's coming to us tonight. Go pack your things and get yourself arranged." Lied Carmen.

"While I change myself for my last performance."

"Me, Gray, and you!" Said Roundabout happily.

"What a greatness it will be. Argentina can screw! Bon voyage!"

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