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Chapter 17
Chapter 17 It quickly became embarrassing, how little I knew about Jesús. I mean, I knew he was funny. He could do things with his face that didn't seem humanly possible and was a spot-on mimic. I knew he was a hard worker, but an easy-going coworker. He could be the only cook working a shift that really needed three cooks and never fall behind or even seem stressed. And that calmness was contagious. Like he could just make everyone's stress evaporate the same as his own. I knew he liked to read comic books, whether superhero or horror or graphic tellings of literary classics. He always had a stack in his backpack, in English and Spanish both, ready for any opportunity to dive in for even just a few minutes. But, as it turned out, there was so much I didn't know. "So wait," I said, i
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