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My friend watched the way Cristiano's hand stood against mine, in a gesture too intimate for an ex-boyfriend. Beatrice cleared her throat.

"Just so you know, Tas. I wasn't the one who called Cristiano here. "She said, sounding rough. "By the way, he only got here after everyone else, and now he wants to pay understandable. He doesn't keep deluding himself into thinking that he's really believing in you, no. Cristiano just wants to win some ibope now that you are printing the newspapers, no matter how tragic the subject that surrounds you is. I want to make it very clear here that I don't agree that he is here, and I think you need to rest so you can be ready when the bomb bursts. And not being consoled by the ex-boyfriend who emerged from a manhole while everything was happening.”

Cristiano turned to her with a debauched expression, as if he doubted very much that I didn't want him to visit me. In fact, I really didn't want to, but only because I should be decadent in that bed.

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