- 013 Demetrio -
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Demetrio sat on the mildly torn leather couch in his house’s living room, his two children sleeping beside him as he watches a boxing match on the television.
His drink was resting on the table without a coaster, a small piece of ice still stuck to it.
Small flames danced on his finger tips before being extinguished, resting his arm on the arm of the couch.