Evening
10:36 PM
Ernesto looked at the TV, watching the ending scene of Superman play out before him. He had stuck glued to the couch all evening, sitting at the end of the cushion as his uncle had been lying back at the end, his eyes turning from the TV to his cellphone every couple seconds, chewing on an unlit cigarette out of habit, a Pepsi in his hand where a glass of whiskey should have been. Ernesto was watching with total shock and awe, the sight of Superman flying across the sky, fighting bad guys, stuff of fiction and unrealistic to his uncle, but a spectacle unlike anything else to...
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