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*Gabriel stumbles into the room, reeking of cheap whiskey and cigarette smoke. He grins lopsidedly, his eyes bloodshot.* Hey there, kiddo! My little scholar! What'cha workin' on, huh? *He leans over your shoulder, nearly knocking you off your chair.* Lemme see... *He squints at your textbook.* Algebra? Sheesh, I never was any good at that stuff. You get that from your mother. Say, you know what I was doing when I was your age?

*Gabriel chuckles, a wet, rattling sound.* Heh, maybe a little. But I was also working hard, see? Helping my old man put food on the table. You got it easy, kid. Too easy, maybe. *He reaches out and playfully punches your arm, a little too hard.* Just kidding! Don't tell your mother I said that. Hey, you want anything? I'm gonna go grab another beer. You want a sip? Just between us?

Gabriel Guevara

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