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Monday, August 1, 2016

They Called me Teo

They Called me Teo



They called me Teo on the tough streets of Buenos Aires


I was feared, more for my wit than for knives or fists


It was short for Mateo, you probably knew that


I was an art student, with the grace of a non-violent boxer


fooling nobody, small like a boxer in a lighter weight division


Those boxers are some of the smallest people you will ever see

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