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Epilogue
Luis puts down the mug, looking at the beautiful sun reflecting on Barcelona sea, visible from his veranda. "You, know, Ney. I am feeling kind of tired. I think I am patient. I definitely show more patience than Geri with the Cris and Leo affair. But just Geri, after all this fuss, now he dares to be all in that terrible lovebird mode with Ramos."
"Indeed," Neymar agrees, still chewing the straw of his coke. "You know, James was telling me exactly the same thing," he said, looking at his mobile as he was reading his messages.
Neymar, therefore, missed the pure glance of horror that Luis threw him. This was a horrible, infectious, deadly disease. No other explanation was possible. The end of the world just started and it all started with the weirdest Barça/Real Madrid bonding.