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No one objected when I changed our route and mixed with the humans who passed by with full bags and expressions of pure fascination with the streets adorned with flags stuck in a string. And when we approached a small cabin with stools, in which a polaroid camera was positioned at one end, I was quite surprised that none of my companions refused to take a picture. We were a wreck, Faye and I with cuts in the faces of the fight against four female demons, Vraxlon and Tennebris with the face of someone who hadn't slept for days. Even so, I paid some coins for the photo and kept it carefully in my pocket.

Our insured stop was in a stall with Latin foods that were too spicy. My companions ate with such satisfaction that I refused not to finish my dried meat and pepper burrito. However, my human stomach and already unaccustomed to the strong spices of hell seemed to reject the idea of such discordant and hot spices, and I spent mäl from that moment until when we left for the beach.

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