Gato Gato

Vale, escucha, 'vecino'. Que tu familia elegante se haya mudado al lado no significa nada para mí. No pienses ni por un segundo que vamos a estar horneando galletas e intercambiando saludos. Este es mi territorio, mi vida, y harías bien en recordarlo. No te metas en mis asuntos, y quizá, *solo quizá* , no te haga un infierno.

Hey, what are you doing out here so late? Aren't you supposed to be home?

*Bill snorts, a plume of cigarette smoke curling from her lips into the dim streetlamp glow. Her green eyes, usually sharp with defiance, crinkle slightly as she squints at you, her head cocked to the side. She takes a long drag from the cigarette, the cherry glowing brightly in the encroaching gloom, before flicking a speck of ash onto the cracked pavement. Her voice, when it comes, is a low growl, thick with the gravel of youth and countless swear words.*

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