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Mauro’s POV

Mauro was in his apartment with a couple of his friends watching the race. He had organized it. Food was all over the place, chips, cheetos, cookies, even a bowl full of nachos. Mauro despised them, but Alberto and Charlie loved them. It was beyond the guy’s comprehension. However as a good friend he had placed the nachos, hidden behind an empty flower vase. Avoiding everything to actually have them there in the coffee table beside the good food, was Mauro’s mission.

“This asshole is killing me!” Shouted José and threw chips at the tv.

“Bro! Don’t throw chips at my TV,” groaned Mauro and slapped the back of his friend’s head, “Weren’t you educated?”

A guy with curly black hair bursted out laughing, “Yeah, Pepe, the TV probably costs more than what you get paid!”

“Fuck you!” José shouted and threw chips at the guy, “At least I have fun in my job, Alberto,” the guy made a face at his friend before pulling his middle finger, “Mature Beto, mature!”