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There was a knock on the door. I looked at Tonio who shrugged. “Do you want me to get that?” “No, I'm already on my feet.” I turned the porch lights on and opened the door. Outside stood what I could only describe as an ageless man. He was dressed in a dark blue suit like a businessman on a London street, which made him look slightly uncomfortable. He didn't look Mexican or like a tourist. “_Buenas noches_, can I help you?” I asked. “I was told you were interested in going to Bolivia?” the man offered in English. “I'm Bron.” Excerpt from Andino Andina, a specfic novel written by Liz Rosales without the 'help' of ai.
‘Instead of getting all worked up and blaming yourself for something you clearly cannot control, maybe...’ his voice trailed off. I snuffled into my tissue. ‘You know you can’t force timing, and you are after all hearing me all right, aren't you?’ I nodded. I hadn't thought of that. ‘There are a lot more factors to this than you know. Much more than just you and 'unknown' in this equation. Why don't you just try to enjoy being somewhere else right now? Treat it like a holiday?’ “But Peluche, I don't know how!” I cried. “I can't relax until I know what I am doing and that I can do it... ” ‘Let me tell you a secret, then. They are still debating how to best go about this, the best approach to bridge across you on our timeline, to those who might be interested in what they have learnt. Relax. You are not doing anything wrong.’ “You are sure I'm not screwing this up?” ‘Positive.’ He head-butted my knee. ‘You've stopped crying. I think I deserve some treats for that, don't you?’ Excerpt from Andino Andina, a specfic novel written by Liz Rosales without the 'help' of ai.