#vazques

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la sombra de la farola es alargada, lo que escurre la bolsa no tiene límites, gracias sr vázquez así los ángeles de la noche pueden encontrar las bolsas por sus regueritos

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una alfombra de coco es orgánica, no sr vázquez

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que calentitos tienen que estar sr vázquez, nos frotamos hasta las manos

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orgánica, si, a la altura de la cara, lo más higiénico que ha podido crear el sr badía, aspire esto cuando tire la basura o lo toca, o simplemente cuando pasea por la calle, por cierto, avise al sr vázquez por no lo ve, no vaya a ser que se de de bruces, pero claro, es por nuestro bien

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sr vázquez no sabemos si lo ve o no, como pasan desapercibidas, pero si un caso venga con nosotros y lo va tocando, a ver si descubre lo que es

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Magnificent Seven Drabble

Inspired by this: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/AQ0J-8FCXujrViQMmWvr-ZBE7npvFS0EQKFN6SitlYjDk8V3HjD__vM/

I may turn this into a complete story one day, but until then enjoy this little tidbit. 

"Faraday!"

"I regret nothing." Joshua Faraday, states his eyes not leaving the unconscious man in the bed.  

"Regardless, you can't go blowing up half the city we do majority of our business in," Sam Chisolm groused.

"It would have been all if Red hadn't of stopped me," Josh grumbles as he ran a black clad hand through the freshly washed black hair. The was an affirmative grunt from somewhere near the door, Sam sighed.

"Sam, mon ami, they took Vas. What else were you expecting?" Goodnight pipes up from the other side of the bed. Sam sighs again and a heavy hand lands on Josh's shoulder and he looks up for the first time at his boss and friend.

"Josh, I know what Vasquez means to you, I know the reason you acted the way you did. I just wish you would have waited for me to have handled it." Sam says

"And leave him longer in their grasp! How could you-" Josh's words were cut off by the grip on his shoulder tightening to the point of pain.

"Don't" Sam said, "Vasquez is family. I hated knowing he was in their clutches, god knows what happening to him, but Josh there are better methods than blowing the city up. Methods that will hurt them more." Sam holds Josh's eyes and Josh can see the anger in them. Josh slumps.

"Sorry."

"I know" Sam gives his shoulder one last squeeze before he lets go.

"Did I mess up your plan?"  

"No. Change it yes, messed it up no" Sam says "Goody, Emma, Billy and I are going to go but it into motion. Jack, Teddy and Red are staying here with you two."

Josh nods, Sam, Goodnight, and Red take their leave of the room Josh goes back to running his fingers though Alejandro hair, don't worry Ale the Family will make those Russian bastards pay.