"Come on, we'll be late for the show." Carlos urges as he drags me through the stairs. What have I gotten myself into?
Uncle Boris looks up when he sees us running down the stairs.
"Why the rush?" He asks.
"Nothing! I'm going to show him around!" He calls out while pulling and I just shrug.
We burst out into the wind and I cringe. "Wow, is a little too chilling out here don't you think," I say wanting to dissuade him from the whole outing idea.
"Freddy," he pauses while lowering his lids. "You're putting on sweaters." He says like I was dumb.
"Um." I lick my lips. Whatever.
We continue walking through the crowd of people, Carlos constantly waved at some people who greet back and drop messages for his mother or just confess their appreciation for what she has done.
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