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He stared at the screen, a smirk tugging at his lips. He grabbed his sunglasses and headed back out into the humid heat of the city. He didn’t know who she was or what they had promised each other, but in the spirit of the night, he decided some memories were better left unwritten.

But as the sun began to peek over the jagged edges of the Andes, the details started to dissolve. maluma_borro_cassette

The neon lights of Medellín blurred into streaks of violet and gold as the bass from the club began to fade, replaced by the rhythmic hum of a late-night taxi. Mateo leaned his head against the cool glass of the window, his mind a hazy, flickering film strip of the last six hours. He stared at the screen, a smirk tugging at his lips