Gabe, come on, man, let's talk about, come back over here, dude. Please.

Sorry, Via, I just got a lot of shit to deal with right now.

After that park with Valeria, I felt really lost.

I couldn't trust my mom.

I didn't know if I was going to play football again,

and I'd screwed up by trying to kiss my dream girl too soon. I didn't know if I was going to play football again, and I'd screwed up by trying to kiss

my dream girl too soon.

I didn't know what to do next, but I knew we needed money.

Wasn't sure exactly what for, but I saw my mother working to exhaustion.

Whether it was money for us to get away or money to pay off that lawyer she'd been seeing,

I just couldn't sit back and watch that happen.

So, I picked up a few extra shifts at the Associated Produce Mill, packing fruit and vegetables.

It wasn't the best pay, but it was decent and under the table.

I couldn't think about anything else, not school, not football, not Valeria.

I needed to get us that money.

Is you, Gabriel? Don Rafa. You still work here?

See, boy. What are you doing here? What does it look like I'm doing? Working. Travajando like you. How do you know in school, chachito? Because it's Saturday, Viejo. I'm still in school. I just come here nights and weekends. Don't worry. I'm a finish. You don't play the football anymore? Uh, yeah, of course. I'm just, um, taking a little break, that's all.

I need money right now anyway.

Dinero.

Oh, ol'l.

O'allel, no, right?

Who doesn't?

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