As they were riding on the 101, the rain pounded the windows of the limo relentlessly. Michael kept dozing off and jazmín still had not regained coniciousness.
Bobby called Michael disturbing his nap.
"Mr. Jackson, is the young lady awake yet?"
"No."
"What are tu going to do with her, sir?"
"I don't really have a choice, but to take her inicial with me."
"Sir, I really hate to disagree with you, but I don't think that is a good idea."
"I don't really care what tu think, Bobby. I'm not going to abandon this girl and I don't want to talk about this anymore. Do tu understand?"
Bobby sighed and said,...
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