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The little soccer ball spun wildly. Leo laughed—a wet, broken sound. Ignacio took a step forward. “I didn’t think you’d come.”

So here he was, thumb trembling over the mismarcadores mobile site. The match had started ten minutes ago. The screen refreshed: 0–0. Then again: yellow card for Toledo’s center-back. Then: 1–0 Extremadura. Leo’s heart sank. mismarcadores.com movil

“I know.” Ignacio’s voice was hoarse. “I made a promise. If Toledo loses, I was going to disappear for good. No more burden. But if they win…” He glanced at the phone. “I gave myself until the final whistle.” The little soccer ball spun wildly