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Now it's Saturday night, and Mercedes is leaving tomorrow morning, so I'm feeling pretty down.

I sit in bed, listening to music, waiting for something to happen, and, sure enough, something did happen.

I picked up the phone. It was her.

"Leo," she said, sniffling.

"Yeah?"

"I don't think I can go. I'm going with you."

Is she serious? Oh my God! I can't believe it!

"Okay," I say, my voice tense with excitement, "When can you go?"

"Nine."

So, that night, at nine o'clock, I picked up Mercedes, and we were off.

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