[Soon enough he's back with a glass in his hands, handing it over to her before he wipes his hands on his shirt and takes a seat of his own. There's hesitance in his expression, pressing his lips together, looking down and to the side in a series of slow movements, building up some courage and gathering the right words.]
He told me his name is Samuel. Samuel Volaille, but everybody called him Jugar.
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He told me his name is Samuel. Samuel Volaille, but everybody called him Jugar.