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{Some Days Back}
I never smoked before Madrid. Not once. I thought it was stupid. I saw it as a vice for the weak, a poor excuse for coping. I remember mocking Rafael for doing it when his mother passed. Told him grief wasn’t a fire that needed more smoke.
Now look at me.
Crouched on the edge of the private terrace in my wing, shirtless, barefoot, knuckles still bruised from training, with a cigarette burning between my fingers like it wa ...
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