“You broke your promise again,” Panchito said, his voice soft as he opened his eyes and smiled weakly at José from the bed.
“I thought you were asleep,” José said.
“I was, now I’m not,” Panchito chuckled. He looked down the bed and smiled at the sleeping form of Donald, who had was half in a chair
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