There's some fuckery afoot.

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“How did you get my number?" I blurted, before I could stop myself."It's called …”

“Where are you going?”“My God, you’re like the plague.”“A masterfully crafted, p…”

“―Oh, Dios. Por favor, no ―dije. Quizás la honestidad sería la mejor política―. …”