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Benedito Goncalo Cruz Taylor-Pereira

Pedro, Danilo and I were at a cafe as we ordered cups of coffee. Not for Danilo of course because a baby couldn't have coffee, not that he would want it anyway. His little head was thrown back in his baby chair as he snored, getting curious fascinated glances from other people in the cafe.

I knew Bobby was going to freak out. We were taking so long as it had been three hours since we left and he was a demon in need of blood; specifically doughnut icing. Yet with Pedro a planned trip could quickly deviate.

"Only coffee then we are leaving," I glanced at my watch, feeling anxiety creep in. Bobby was too quiet. I knew when I was out he always sent me a text asking me when I would be back before I could even leave the gate of the ranch. He was clingy and extremely paranoid.