MARCOSI wandered through the supermarket aisles, making sure I’d grabbed everything from both lists. Bruno was supposed to get all of Carla’s stuff, but he talked so much he always forgot something.“Man, it’s hot as hell. How’s that crazy woman handling it?” he said, pointing to a woman at the end of the aisle wearing jeans and a hoodie with the hood up, covering her face. “Let’s hurry up and check out. I want to get home in time for the game.”For a moment, my heart raced in my chest, almost like a warning, but when a kid stopped next to her, talking, I brushed it off. It wasn’t my girl. It could never be. My girl was in São Paulo, happy with her lawyer boyfriend, living the big city life.“Anything else?” Kelly, the cashier, asked, snapping me back to reality.“Man, the milk!” I shouted when the little girl ran by, reminding me of Felipe. “Carla would kill me if I forgot.”I dashed across the aisle, glancing at the mysterious woman. I didn’t want to be nosy, but people didn’t dres
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