He saved your life, Bernardo said. His skin was a dark solid brown and it didn't look like a tan. He was smiling, almost grinning at me. I sat back down, and they carried him away.
He stared at it. You do not understand. He whispered, Cover me while I throw it. They watched me with dark eyes, dark-skinned, but not as dark as they would have been with a little sun.
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