FOR SOME reason we got along well on topics. If he wanted Xabi to do something he only had to challenge him that he had no eggs to do it. If Xabi wanted me to do something, it was enough that she gave me the possibility of not doing it. I tugged at his courage and he at my indefiniteness. Or not. And so we were exhausting late adolescence; eating raw, live things, or doing a hundred kilometers in the wee hours of the morning to bathe in February in La Concha beach.
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