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“You’re hitting at her,” she said. “Hit with her. You think rhythm lives in your hands? No. It lives in your ribs. In the space between your heartbeats. That space is the band. Find it.”
Leo wanted to be made for something. Anything.
You do not betray the band. You do not speak to the police about the band. The band knows your secrets, your debts, your fears. In return, the band protects you.
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“Again,” said Abuela Carmen.