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“Whatever you do, do not mention the quinto partido to him.”
Jamie mimed zipping his lips. “Not a word.”
“I’m serious. He is like The Hulk.”
Mexico’s fifth game curse was certainly a sore spot to Dani, but despite having never played professionally, his cousin took the national team’s failure to make it past the group of sixteen harder than anyone else Dani knew—probably because he had no means of changing it himself. In his case, passion had simply not equaled talent.
Dani had passion and talent; one day he would be the one to break the curse.
Jamie rolled his eyes. He settled back down on Dani’s shoulder, snuggling closer in spite of his claims that he wouldn’t fall asleep. “Yeesh. I’ll make sure I don’t say anything then.”
“If it does come up, just be quiet and try to leave the room when he begins to cry.”
Jamie lifted his head from Dani’s shoulder, his face scrunched in confusion. “Is that what you think The Hulk does?”
“Sí. Anyone who is that angry must also cry a lot.”
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