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Pablo was already close to his house, the night had ended well, although for some reason as he was going down with his clean clothes and with the backpack on his back with all his weapons, he felt an ominous sensation, it was as if a great cloud was hovering over the city.

He threw the bloody clothes in different containers, each part in a closed plastic bag, and always in places where no one could see him. He had become accustomed to fleeing from the possible cameras of ATMs, companies, shops and traffic. At least when he could not avoid them he was acquiring habits so that he would not be recognized, he would look in another direction, or raise an arm at the right moment.

If the end of the night had not been like this, if he had not had so many things to think about and above all if he had not had that feeling of danger and anxiety he would not have hesitated to visit Julia, Nadia or even to have called Gis, but he knew that it was not the time.