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0:00The blizzard had already buried half of
0:02Minneapolis when I looked at the girl
0:04who'd spent a whole year trying to put
0:06me out of business and joked, "Guess
0:08you'll have to stay with me tonight,
0:09Martinez." I said it loud enough for the
0:12whole brewery staff to hear. I fully
0:14expected her to throw a taco at my head.
0:17Instead, Gabi Martinez looked up from
0:19her frozen food truck and said, "Okay."
0:22Just like that. No pause, no insult, no
0:25eye roll. Okay. Too fast. The bartender
0:30dropped a glass. The cook stopped
0:31mopping and I stood there in the snow
0:34with my mouth open realizing my joke had
0:37just turned into something very, very
0:39real. My name is Eli Sutton. I'm 32
0:43years old and I own a barbecue food
0:45truck called Smoke & Sutton. Brisket,
0:47pulled pork, ribs, and a cornbread
0:50recipe my grandma took to her grave and
0:52then somehow left me in a shoebox. For
0:55the past year, my truck had been parked
0:57behind the North Loop Brewery every
0:59single day. Right next to Gabi's. Gabi
1:02ran a taco truck called Lorena, the
1:04queen, painted bright pink with gold
1:07crowns all over it. So loud you could
1:09probably see it from space. She was 29,
1:13curly black hair she wore in a high bun
1:15with a pencil stuck through it, big
1:17brown eyes, gold hoop earrings, and a
1:19mouth that could cut you in half before
1:21you finished your sentence. From the
1:23first day we parked next to each other,
1:25it was war. I played mariachi music at
1:28full volume. I played classic rock
1:31louder. She put up a chalkboard sign
1:33that said, "Better than whatever he's
1:35smoking." I put up one that said,
1:37"Brisket, because tacos are just tiny
1:39sandwiches." She posted a video of
1:41herself making fun of my apron. I posted
1:44a video of myself taste testing her
1:45salsa and pretending to pass out. The
1:48video got 100,000 views. Her reply video
1:51got 200,000. Customers came just to
1:54watch us fight. The brewery owner, a big
1:57bearded guy named Dutch, told us once,
1:59"You two should just get married." Gabby
2:01laughed. "I would rather marry my deep
2:04fryer. Your brisket has the personality
2:06of a wet sock." she told me. That was
2:09us, every day for a year. And here's the
2:12embarrassing truth. I looked forward to
2:15it every single morning. Pulling into
2:17that lot and seeing that ridiculous pink
2:19truck made my whole day better. Watching
2:22her dance behind her counter to her
2:24mariachi music when she thought nobody
2:26was looking, hearing her laugh at
2:27something a customer said, catching her
2:29stealing a bite of my cornbread when she
2:31thought I was in the back. I told myself
2:33it was just a fun rivalry. I told myself
2:36a lot of things. That Saturday was the
2:38winter carnival kickoff. By 6:00, the
2:41snow was coming down sideways. By 7:00,
2:44the city closed all roads. I shut down
2:46my truck. My apartment was right
2:48upstairs, above the brewery. But when I
2:50walked outside, Gabby was still standing
2:52next to her truck. Her generator had
2:54died. Her hands were shoved in the
2:56pockets of a thin denim jacket that was
2:59definitely not made for Minnesota, and
3:01she was staring at her phone like it had
3:02just betrayed her. "Roads are closed."
3:05she said. "My car's buried. The bridges
3:07are shut down. Can you get an Uber?" She
3:09held up her phone. "2-hour wait, and
3:11then they canceled." She was shivering
3:14hard. Her lips were turning a little
3:16blue. That's when I made my stupid joke
3:18in front of everyone. "Guess you'll have
3:20to stay with me tonight, Martinez." and
3:23she said "Okay." Too fast. Then her face
3:26turned bright red like she just hurt
3:28herself, and she quickly added "On the
3:31couch, obviously, because I don't want
3:33to freeze to death and have you take
3:34credit for winning the taco war."
3:37"Obviously." I said. But I saw something
3:39flash across her face, something tired
3:42and scared and very, very relieved. She
3:45went back to her truck and came out
3:47carrying a big black duffel bag and a
3:49pillow. A pillow. I didn't think about
3:52it then. I should have. My apartment was
3:55small, one bedroom, a little kitchen, a
3:57couch that was my uncle's, and a window
3:59that looked right out over the snowy
4:01street. It smelled like smoked wood
4:03because everything I owned smelled like
4:05smoked wood. Gabi stood in the doorway
4:08dripping snow and looked around. "Wow,"
4:11she said, "it's exactly what I expected.
4:13Is that an insult? There's a mounted
4:16fish on your wall, Eli." "His name is
4:18Gary. He was a gift." "From who?" "My
4:21grandpa. He caught it in 1974."
4:24She looked at Gary, Gary looked at her.
4:26She almost smiled. I grabbed her a towel
4:29and one of my flannel shirts and a pair
4:30of sweatpants. "Bathroom's down the
4:32hall. Hot water takes a minute. Bang on
4:35the pipe twice if it gets cold." "You
4:37have to bang on the pipe?" "It's a
4:39historic building." She took the clothes
4:41and disappeared down the hall. I heard
4:43the shower turn on, then I heard the
4:45pipe bang twice, then I heard her laugh.
4:48When she came out 20 minutes later, she
4:50was wearing my red flannel shirt with
4:52the sleeves rolled up five times and my
4:54gray sweatpants rolled at the ankles.
4:56Her curly hair was down and wet around
4:58her shoulders, no hoop earrings, no
5:01pencil in her bun, no armor. I forgot to
5:04breathe. "Stop staring," she said. "I'm
5:07not staring." "You're staring at me like
5:09I'm a rack of ribs." "That's the highest
5:12compliment a barbecue man can give." She
5:15rolled her eyes, but her cheeks went
5:17pink.
5:18"Are you hungry?" I asked. "Starving." I
5:21opened my fridge. Brisket, a sad onion.
5:24That was it. Gabi pushed me out of the
5:27way. "Move." "What are you doing?"
5:29"Saving you from yourself." She dug
5:32through my cabinets and came out with a
5:34bag of tortillas I didn't remember
5:36buying, a can of chipotle peppers, and
5:38some limes that were probably older than
5:41Gary. "Sit down, watch a professional."
5:44I sat down at my little kitchen table
5:47and watched Gabi Martinez cook in my
5:49kitchen wearing my clothes, barefoot,
5:53humming a mariachi song under her
5:54breath.
5:55She crisped my brisket in a hot pan with
5:58chipotle and onion, warmed the tortillas
6:01right on the burner, and slid a plate in
6:03front of me. Brisket tacos, she said.
6:06Your meat, my magic. Try it. I took a
6:10bite, and I swear to you I almost cried.
6:14It was the best thing I'd ever eaten in
6:16my life. Smoky and spicy and crispy and
6:20perfect. My grandma's brisket and Gabi's
6:23tortillas together, like they'd been
6:25waiting their whole lives to meet. "Oh
6:28no," I said with my mouth full. "What?
6:31This is so good. This is so much better
6:34than either of us. This is terrible
6:36news." Gabi sat down across from me and
6:39took a bite of her own taco. Her eyes
6:41went wide. "Oh no," she whispered.
6:44"Right? We're better together. Don't say
6:47it out loud." We both started laughing,
6:50and we didn't stop for a long time.
6:53After dinner, I made up the couch for
6:55her with every blanket I owned. Outside,
6:58the snow was still coming down hard,
7:00piling up against the window. The
7:02streetlights glowed orange through the
7:04storm. Gabi went to grab something from
7:06her duffel bag. She unzipped it on the
7:08floor next to the couch, and that's when
7:11I saw what was inside. Not just one
7:13change of clothes, five or six. A
7:16toothbrush and toothpaste, shampoo, a
7:19little bag of makeup, a phone charger, a
7:22framed photo of an older woman, a folded
7:25up stack of papers, a sleeping bag
7:27rolled up tight at the bottom. That
7:29wasn't an overnight bag. That was
7:31everything she owned. Gabi saw me
7:34looking. She froze. The room went quiet.
7:37Even the wind outside seemed to stop.
7:40"Gabi," I said slowly, "why do you have
7:43a sleeping bag?" She zipped the bag
7:45closed fast. "No reason." "Gabi." "I
7:49like to be prepared. Minnesota
7:51blizzards, you know."
7:53"Where have you been sleeping?" She
7:55didn't answer. She just stared at the
7:57floor, and suddenly a lot of things made
8:00sense. Why her truck was always the last
8:03one to leave at night. Why she was
8:05always the first one there in the
8:06morning before the sun was up. Why she'd
8:09been wearing the same three hoodies for
8:11weeks. Why she said okay so fast when I
8:14joked about staying with me. "Gabi," I
8:17said quietly, "have you been sleeping in
8:19your truck?" She sat down on the couch.
8:22She pulled her knees up to her chest
8:24inside my flannel shirt and for the
8:26first time in a year the queen of the
8:28North Loop looked small. "Three weeks,"
8:31she whispered. My heart broke. "My
8:34business partner, Marco, we started
8:36Lorena together two years ago. He was
8:39also my boyfriend." She laughed
8:41bitterly. "Last month I found out he'd
8:44emptied our business account, every
8:46dollar, $32,000,
8:49and moved to Phoenix with a girl from
8:50his gym." "Gabi," she
8:53"I couldn't make rent. I got evicted and
8:56I didn't tell anybody. Not my mom, not
8:58my friends, not anybody." Her voice
9:01cracked. "Because I was so embarrassed.
9:03The queen of the taco truck living in
9:06her taco truck with a space heater and a
9:08sleeping bag." "Why didn't you tell me?"
9:11She looked up at me with wet eyes.
9:13"Because you're the guy I'm supposed to
9:15beat, Eli. You're the one person I could
9:18never let see me lose." I just sat down
9:21on the other end of the couch and waited
9:23very quietly.
9:25"Tonight when my generator died, I was
9:27so cold. My space heater wouldn't work
9:30and I was standing there thinking I'm
9:32going to have to sleep in a freezing
9:34truck in a blizzard and then you made
9:37that stupid joke." She wiped her eyes
9:39with the sleeve of my shirt. "And I said
9:42yes too fast because I was so cold and
9:45so tired and because"
9:47"Because what?" I asked softly. She
9:51looked at me. Her brown eyes were red
9:53and shiny in the lamplight. "Because it
9:56was you," she said. "If it had been
9:58anybody else I would have slept in the
10:00truck, but it was you and for a whole
10:02year you're the only thing that made me
10:05laugh every day even when everything
10:07else was falling apart."
10:09The snow kept falling outside, the
10:12radiator clanked, and I sat there
10:14feeling my whole heart turn over in my
10:17chest. "Gabi," I said, "can I tell you a
10:20secret?" She nodded. "I don't actually
10:23like classic rock that much." She
10:26blinked. "What?" "I play it every day
10:28because if I didn't, I'd just sit in my
10:31truck listening to your mariachi music
10:33and smiling like an idiot and you'd
10:35see." Her mouth fell open. "And that
10:38sign about tacos being tiny sandwiches?
10:41I made it because you laughed so hard at
10:44my first sign. I wanted to make you
10:46laugh again."
10:47"Gabi Martinez," she whispered, "I've
10:50been looking forward to fighting with
10:52you every morning for a year. It's the
10:54best part of my day. You're the best
10:57part of my day." She stared at me for a
10:59long time. Then she laughed, a wet,
11:02shaky, beautiful laugh. "We're so
11:05stupid," she said. "So stupid. A whole
11:08year? A whole year of tiny sandwich
11:11jokes." She wiped her eyes again. Then
11:14she reached across the couch and took my
11:16hand. Her fingers were finally warm.
11:19"Thank you," she said quietly, "for not
11:22making me feel small." "You could never
11:24be small, Gabi. You're the queen." She
11:27smiled and it was the most beautiful
11:29thing I'd ever seen. That night she fell
11:32asleep on my couch under five blankets,
11:35still holding my hand. I fell asleep
11:38sitting on the floor next to her, my
11:39head resting against the cushion. When I
11:42woke at 7:00, Gary the fish was staring
11:44at me from the wall. The whole city was
11:47buried in white and Gabi was gone. My
11:50heart dropped. Then I smelled coffee.
11:53She was in my kitchen wearing my flannel
11:55shirt making breakfast. Eggs, leftover
11:58brisket, potatoes, and tortillas singing
12:01along to a mariachi song playing on her
12:04phone, badly. She turned around and saw
12:07me in the doorway. "Good morning, tiny
12:09sandwich," she said smiling. That's when
12:12I knew I was completely in love with
12:14her.
12:15The whole city was shut down that day.
12:17The snow was up to my knees. Nobody
12:19could drive anywhere. So, Gabi and I
12:22spent the day snowed in. We cooked. We
12:24argued about whether ketchup belongs on
12:27eggs. She said I should be arrested. In
12:29the afternoon, the snow stopped and the
12:32sun came out and the whole world was
12:34sparkling. Gabi pressed her face against
12:37my window like a little kid.
12:39I've never seen this much snow in my
12:40life, she said. I grew up in San
12:43Antonio. We got snow once. It was 2 in.
12:46The whole city panicked.
12:48You've never played in snow? I've never
12:51even made a snowman. I grabbed her hand.
12:54Come on. Put on your shoes. It's 12°
12:57outside. That's practically summer here.
13:00Come on, Queen.
13:01We went down to the empty street behind
13:03the brewery. Everything was white and
13:05silent. Our two food trucks were buried
13:08up to their windows. One pink, one
13:10black, sitting side by side like two
13:13snowy old friends.
13:15I taught her how to make a snowball. She
13:17threw it straight at my face. Hey!
13:21You taught me. She was laughing so hard
13:23she could barely stand. You literally
13:25just taught me.
13:27So, I chased her through the snow around
13:29the trucks while she screamed and
13:31laughed and threw snowballs over her
13:33shoulder. She tripped in a snowdrift and
13:36I tripped right after her and we both
13:38landed in the snow side by side flat on
13:41our backs laughing like crazy.
13:44When the laughing finally stopped, we
13:46just lay there looking up at the bright
13:47blue sky. Her cheeks were pink. There
13:50was snow in her curly hair. Her breath
13:52made little white clouds. She turned her
13:55head and looked at me.
13:57Eli? Yeah?
13:59I said yes too fast last night.
14:02I know.
14:04I'm saying it again now, slower. She
14:07took a breath. Yes.
14:10Yes to what?
14:11To whatever you were going to ask next.
14:15I rolled over onto my side, propped up
14:17on one elbow, and looked down at her.
14:19Snowflakes on her eyelashes, her lips
14:22red from the cold. "I wasn't going to
14:25ask anything," I said.
14:27"Then do something," she whispered.
14:30So, I kissed her.
14:31Right there in the snow, between our two
14:33buried food trucks, with the whole city
14:36silent around us.
14:38Her lips were cold, but her kiss was
14:40warm. She grabbed the collar of my
14:42jacket and pulled me closer. I slid my
14:44hand into her snowy curls, and for a
14:47long time, neither of us felt the cold
14:49at all.
14:50When we finally pulled apart, she was
14:52smiling up at me.
14:54"That," she said, "was way better than
14:56tiny sandwiches."
14:58That night, I made her an offer.
15:01We were sitting at my kitchen table,
15:02eating the last of the brisket tacos.
15:04I'd been thinking about it all day.
15:07"The winter carnival runs for two more
15:09weeks. Thousands of people every day.
15:12I know, and my generator's dead, and I
15:15can't afford a new one."
15:16"Then don't use yours. Use mine. Let's
15:19combine the trucks just for the
15:21carnival. My briskets, your tortillas.
15:24Brisket tacos. We split everything
15:2650/50."
15:27Gabby went very still.
15:30"I don't want your charity, Eli."
15:32"It's not charity, it's business. You
15:34tasted those tacos. We'd make a
15:36fortune."
15:37I leaned forward. "And you can stay
15:39here, on the couch, paying rent, 50
15:42bucks a week, plus breakfast."
15:45"50 bucks a week is not real rent."
15:47"It's real rent for a couch next to a
15:49fish named Gary."
15:51She looked at me for a long time. I knew
15:54she was proud, and I knew how hard it
15:56was for her to say yes to help.
15:58"50/50?" she said slowly.
16:01"50/50."
16:03"And I get to pick the music."
16:05"Gabby."
16:06"Mariachi, Eli, or no deal."
16:10I sighed dramatically. "Fine. Mariachi."
16:14She stuck out her hand. "Partners."
16:17I shook it. Partners.
16:19She didn't let go. She held onto my hand
16:22and smiled. Then she leaned across the
16:24table and kissed me.
16:26"For the record," she said, "I'm only
16:28kissing you for business reasons."
16:31Of course.
16:32It builds team morale. Very important.
16:36For the next 2 weeks, our combined truck
16:38was the hottest thing at the winter
16:40carnival.
16:41We painted a big sign on the side of my
16:43black truck, Smoke & Raina Brisket
16:46Tacos, Better Together.
16:48The line wrapped around the block every
16:50day. Our joint video got 2 million
16:53views. Gabi danced behind the counter to
16:55mariachi music while I sliced brisket,
16:58and every time she bumped me with her
17:00hip, the customers cheered. By the end
17:02of the carnival, we'd made more money in
17:042 weeks than either of us made in 6
17:06months.
17:07Gabi had enough to buy a new generator,
17:09enough to put a deposit on a new
17:11apartment, enough to start over.
17:14And that's when everything got
17:15complicated.
17:17On the last night of the carnival, after
17:19we closed up, Gabi was quiet, too quiet.
17:23She counted her half of the money three
17:24times. Then she looked at me.
17:27"I found an apartment in northeast. I
17:30can move in Monday." My heart dropped,
17:33but I smiled.
17:34"That's great, Gabi. That's really
17:36great."
17:37"I'm going to fix my generator, get
17:39Ladena running again, on my own."
17:42"Okay."
17:43She looked down at the stack of money.
17:45"I need to do this by myself, Eli. I
17:48need to know I can stand up on my own,
17:51without Marco, without anybody."
17:54"Without me," I said quietly.
17:57She didn't answer.
17:59"I understand," I said. And I did. I
18:02really did.
18:04On Monday, she packed her duffel bag.
18:06She folded my flannel shirt and left it
18:09on the couch. She hugged me at the door.
18:12She hugged Gary the fish, which was
18:14weird, but I let it go.
18:17Then she left.
18:18The next 2 weeks were the worst of my
18:21life.
18:22Every morning, I parked my truck behind
18:25the brewery. Every morning, Gabby parked
18:28her pink truck right next to mine with
18:30her brand new generator humming. But,
18:33she didn't play her mariachi music, and
18:35I didn't play my classic rock. There
18:38were no signs, no insults, no videos,
18:42just silence.
18:44A regular named Mr. Patel came out to my
18:47window and said, "What's wrong with you
18:49two? It's like watching my parents
18:51divorce."
18:52On Friday, he came out with two cups of
18:55coffee and leaned against my truck.
18:58"So, you going to fix this or what?"
19:01"She wants to stand on her own."
19:03"Standing on your own doesn't mean
19:06standing alone, kid." He handed me a
19:08coffee. "She's been looking over at your
19:10truck every 5 minutes for 2 weeks, and
19:14you've been looking at hers. It's
19:15pathetic. I'm embarrassed for both of
19:17you."
19:19I looked over at Lorena. Gabby was
19:21behind her counter making tacos, not
19:24dancing, not singing. She looked up. Our
19:28eyes met. She looked away fast.
19:31Dutch was right.
19:32The next morning, I got to the lot an
19:35hour early before the sun came up,
19:38before Gabby's truck pulled in. I got to
19:41work. When Gabby parked Lorena at 7:00
19:44a.m. and climbed out, she stopped dead
19:47in the snow because my truck was
19:49blasting mariachi music full volume, and
19:53there was a brand new chalkboard sign
19:55leaning against my front wheel.
19:58It said in big letters, "Best tacos in
20:01Minneapolis, next door." Arrow. And
20:04underneath in smaller letters, "P.S. I'm
20:08in love with the queen."
20:10Gabby stood there in the snow staring at
20:13the sign. Her hand went up to her mouth.
20:16I leaned out of my truck window.
20:18"Morning, Martinez," I said. She looked
20:21at me. Her eyes were already filling
20:23with tears. "You're playing mariachi
20:26music," she said. "I've been practicing.
20:29I know the words to three songs now."
20:32"You do not." "I know them badly."
20:35She laughed and a tear rolled down her
20:37cheek. I climbed out of my truck and
20:40walked over to her through the snow
20:42until I was standing right in front of
20:44her.
20:45"Gabby," I said, "I know you need to
20:48stand on your own and you are. You did
20:50it. You got your truck back. You got
20:53your apartment. You did it all yourself.
20:56I'm so proud of you." I took a breath.
20:59"But standing on your own doesn't mean
21:01standing alone, Eli. You can stand next
21:04to me, side by side, like our trucks,
21:07like we've been doing all along."
21:10She was crying now, really crying.
21:13"I missed you so much," she whispered.
21:16"I missed the fighting. I missed your
21:18stupid signs. I missed Gary."
21:21"Gary missed you, too. He's been
21:23depressed." "He's a fish, Eli. He's been
21:26dead since 1974."
21:29"He's been more dead than usual." She
21:32laughed so hard she had to grab my
21:34jacket to stay standing. Then she held
21:37onto it and she looked up at me.
21:39"I love you, Eli," she said. "I think
21:42I've loved you since the tiny sandwich
21:44sign."
21:45"I love you, too, Eli. Since the first
21:48time you stole my cornbread." Her eyes
21:51went wide. "You saw that?" "Every single
21:54time." She grabbed my face with both
21:57hands and kissed me in the middle of the
21:59parking lot in the snow with mariachi
22:02music blasting from my truck and the
22:04morning sun coming up over the brewery.
22:07Dutch, standing in the brewery door with
22:10his coffee, started clapping. Then Mr.
22:13Then Mr. Patel, who was already in line
22:15for breakfast, started clapping, too.
22:18Then the whole line, everybody cheering
22:20in the freezing cold. When we finally
22:23pulled apart, Gabby was laughing and
22:25crying and holding on to me like she'd
22:27never let go.
22:28"So, what now?" she asked. "Now," I
22:31said, "we go to work side by side."
22:35"Mediocre?" "Every day."
22:38The rest of that winter, our two trucks
22:40parked side by side behind the brewery.
22:42Hers pink, mine black, but we made one
22:45menu. Brisket tacos, pulled pork
22:48quesadillas, my grandma's cornbread with
22:50her chipotle honey butter. And every
22:53morning I put up a new sign, and every
22:55morning she put one right back. My sign,
22:58"Best barbecue in Minnesota." Her sign,
23:01"Best barbecue man in Minnesota. Still
23:03terrible at snowball fights." My sign,
23:06"Free brisket if you can make Gabi
23:08laugh." Her sign, "Nobody wins that. He
23:11already did."
23:13A year later, on the anniversary of the
23:15blizzard, it was snowing again. Not a
23:18blizzard this time, just soft, slow
23:21flakes falling over the North Loop.
23:23Gabi pulled into the lot at 7:00 a.m.
23:25like always. She climbed out of Lorena
23:28and she stopped. My truck's chalkboard
23:31sign was standing in the snow right in
23:33between our two trucks. It said, "Gabi
23:36Martinez, a year ago I joked, 'Stay with
23:39me tonight.' and you said yes too fast.
23:42Now I'm asking you to stay with me
23:44forever. Take your time."
23:47Underneath it, in the snow, I was down
23:49on one knee holding a little velvet box.
23:52Gabi put both hands over her mouth. Then
23:54she turned around, ran back to her
23:56truck, grabbed a piece of chalk, wiped
23:59her own sign clean, and wrote something
24:01on it as fast as she could. Then she
24:03held it up over her head. It said, in
24:06big pink letters, "Yes, too fast.
24:09Again."
24:10She ran to me and knocked me flat into
24:13the snowdrift, kissing me over and over
24:15while I tried to get the ring on her
24:17finger.
24:18We got married that spring in the
24:19brewery parking lot. Our two trucks
24:21decorated with string lights. Dutch
24:24officiated. Gary the fish wore a little
24:26bow tie. The menu was brisket tacos and
24:30our first dance was a mariachi song. I
24:32knew all the words, badly.
24:35Today, we have a little restaurant
24:37downtown called Smoke & Reyna. Gabi runs
24:40the kitchen, I run the smoker. We still
24:43fight every single day about music,
24:45about salsa, about whether ketchup
24:47belongs on eggs, and every night when we
24:50lock up, she looks at me and says, "Stay
24:52with me tonight?" And I always say yes.
24:56Too fast.
24:57So, tell me, have you ever been rivals
25:00with someone you secretly liked? Or has
25:02anyone ever said yes to you so fast that
25:04it changed everything? Share your story
25:07in the comments. And if this story made
25:09you smile, hit like, subscribe, and I'll
25:12see you in the next one.

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