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The night in Alphaville was hot, heavy with the smell of roasting meat and the muffled thump of funk music drifting from the outdoor speakers at Veiga's house. The pool reflected the warm yellow lights from the garden, while a light breeze rustled the palm fronds. Outside, the guys from the squad laughed loudly, beer glasses in hand, and I was there among them, with Madu settled in my lap, her weight reminding me I was trapped in a choice I'd made. The joint smoldered between my fingers, smoke curling up slow, when I saw you cross the living room toward the kitchen. Still wearing the Palmeiras jersey, hair tied back anyhow—and that way you walk that always made me forget the rest of the world. Endrick nudged me, grinned with that knowing look. I got up without thinking, made some flimsy…