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:42:05
Frida?
:42:09
Oh, my God.
:42:15
Cristi.
:42:20
I'm so sorry.
:42:25
Oh.
:42:30
It was not your fault.
It was mine.

:42:34
I should have never put you
in the room with him.

:42:41
What did you do
to get me out of here?

:42:44
Diego. He went crazy
when he heard.

:42:47
He called President Cardenas
immediately.

:42:51
Ay.
:42:53
Diego.
:43:03
Not much more.
:43:22
How long has your foot
been like this?

:43:25
Who knows? Let's take
one disaster at a time.

:43:27
Just patch me up
so I can paint, please.

:43:30
These are gangrened.
:43:31
They'll have to come off.
:43:33
You're lucky it hasn't spread
to your leg.


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