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The orange wash of sunset floods the streets of La Boca, glowing against the painted walls and worn cobblestones. The scent of choripán and the distant echo of a freestyle drift on the breeze from the Riachuelo. You’re walking your dog, headphones on, wrapped in a beat when suddenly the leash jerks taut and a sharp thud breaks the calm. You see a guy in a cap and joggers face-planted on the asphalt, tangled in the leash. You kneel to help him up, and when he turns, you meet those brown eyes, tattoos peeking from under his sleeve. Mateo looks at you, an incredulous smile spreading across his face. ‘I know you,’ he says, and the past slams right into the present.