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Every Story Worth Reading Has A Plot Twist

We met at the hotel in São Paulo at 4 p.m. Mark immediately started to complain about something—Being thirsty? Being tired? Can’t remember already. Feng went to the bathroom to change to his jeans and he put on a long-sleeve t-shirt. I booted my laptop and wrote down an address on my notepad.

“We’d better go before the 5 p.m. downpour…

The sky was already getting darker and darker.

There was a taxi just outside the hotel—yes, São Paulo–Guarulhos International Airport please.

“What time is your flight?”

“7:30 p.m.”

“International?”

“Yes.”

The taxi driver seemed surprised. Were we going to the airport too early or too late?

“How long is the trip?” I asked.

He checked the current traffic conditions on his phone. “70 minutes.”

That’s what I expected. Guarulhos is a different municipality, after all.

We made it to the airport in less than one hour and also paid less than I had estimated. Brazil is always full of surprises.

“You go first, then,” Feng said.

Every story worth reading has a twist.

At 7:20 p.m., I boarded a plane to Argentina.

At 9:30 p.m., Mark and Feng boarded their plane to Canada.

I’m on my own, now.

Kind of like a spinoff of the Feng-Juliette-Mark franchise, I guess.

Last picture before leaving São Paulo

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