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That evening, Mateo walked to the river. The city’s buildings reflected like a broken mirror in the water, and the air tasted like incoming rain. He sat on the low wall, folded the red top in his lap, and spoke to it like the beginning of an answer. He told it about school, about small dreams, about the tightness in his chest when he thought about leaving town, about the tiny courage he felt when holding a letter that belonged to someone else.