I stopped to help the festive gringo, despite his party-boy appearance. It would be a monumental desicion, one that would send me adrift on a course for the better. Though, I knew none of this.
Chuckles, on the other hand, seemed aware of much more than I, and with two outstetched fingers, he signaled that two become one — that very soon our fates were going to take a hard left.
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