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"The traffic was a nightmare," Hector replied, leaning against a crate. "And I had to stop for a smoke." "That’s the problem," Hector said, his hand tightening
As he stepped out into the cool evening air, the first drops of rain began to fall. His leg throbbed, but for the first time in weeks, the air felt clean.