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Most people-- well, alright, many people are helpful and trusting and if you're too slightly bedraggled but otherwise harmless-looking men who need a lift on a road outside Madrid, well, they'll help you out. Which is more or less the facet of human nature that has permitted Tulio's continued survival up to this point.
That and being able to run pretty fast.
But back to the men who need a lift, who get a lift on the back of a cart bound for Toledo. But then again, the man's Catalonian accent was thick-- the words were more Catalan than Spanish, honestly, and Tulio's a southerner through and through but presumably Miguel understood what he was saying because he kept nodding-- and when a bump in the road jolts Tulio awake, he can't help but think that Toledo really shouldn't look quite so-- cold.
He reaches over and gives Miguel a shake. "Miguel." Shake. "Miguel."
That and being able to run pretty fast.
But back to the men who need a lift, who get a lift on the back of a cart bound for Toledo. But then again, the man's Catalonian accent was thick-- the words were more Catalan than Spanish, honestly, and Tulio's a southerner through and through but presumably Miguel understood what he was saying because he kept nodding-- and when a bump in the road jolts Tulio awake, he can't help but think that Toledo really shouldn't look quite so-- cold.
He reaches over and gives Miguel a shake. "Miguel." Shake. "Miguel."
