I Was Bull Or Its Sequel

 I was in a city at night being taken in by a group with others. Everyone spoke spanish. I remember specific phrases but not all of the language we spoke. I was being brought in almost like an orphan and we were being given nicknames. Like “bull” and “bull 2” and “el otro”. A girl, older than me, taller than me, had her arm around my shoulder trying to welcome me into the group. The city was destitute and there was garbage everywhere. A big gas station sign was in front of us, but the building was a blank slate.

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