Prologe

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" Hello Chiceta."
" Pepito."
" Do you have what I asked for?"
" Always."
The woman handed him the small bottle of blue liquid, that sloshed in the container.
" Is this it, Nala?"
" Yes. Pure liquid Contorlium."
" Thank you."
" Just come by sometime."
" You know I will."
They briefly locked lips, before pulling away.
" Hold onto that. There are people who would kill for it."
" I will."
" Chatera, Pepito."
" Chatera, Chiceta."

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