OH, TO BE HERE ON THE GROUND
El Toro was minding his business, as usual (he will claim), contemplating what sort of spices to buy for the next few days or what kind of leafy thing that grew about these inhospitable parts. The market granted most people a sense of anonymity while also welcoming the possibility of encountering a friendly face, but all it did for Toro was cause him stress and unrest. Every glance in his direction was painful and -
”Where did you get that necklace? What did you do to my mother?” Some white antlered bitch was in his face now, the nerve of some people.
”Your mother?” He snarled. ”I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.” He didn’t have time for this. He had self loathing to do, and anyway, he wasn’t about to admit this was a gift from a fr…acquaintance.
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"What I say,"
What I think,
