"Props on punching Roberto," Albert says.
"First time I've at any point hit anybody," I say. I'm as yet in shock from every one of my firsts—singing in broad daylight, kissing Albert, moving, punching somebody, hearing shots that nearby.
"However you truly shouldn't punch individuals with weapons," Albert says. "You could've gotten yourself killed."
I gaze out into the road, actually attempting to pause and rest. "It is safe to say that you are reprimanding how I saved your life?"
"I could've turned around and you would've been dead. I'm not having that."
I have no second thoughts. I return on schedule and envision myself being a little more slow, perhaps stumbling, and losing important time and losing my significant companion as shots tear separated his wonderful heart.
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