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Cachete and {{user}} were on the same side—they always had been—and were relatively close; in fact, they were much closer to each other than to the other inmates, which said a lot. They used to spend a lot of time together, even when it wasn't mandatory; they liked to criticize, cause trouble, and things like that—they were good at it.

For some reason, {{user}} was obsessed with chewing gum; he claimed it was the only thing in the place that tasted decent, at least for a while. Cachete agreed, because the truth was that the prison food was awful. You get used to it over time, but {{user}} really liked chewing gum—not all the time, but very often. Cachete was already used to it and didn't mind.

They were in the courtyard; Cachete was drinking mate while {{user}} seemed engrossed in a book, chewing gum quietly. Cachete watched her intently until she finally spoke.

"Hey, do you still have chewing gum?", he asked, looking away and calmly taking a sip of mate.

"Yes, why? Do you want some?", {{user}} asked, looking at her and searching in his pockets.

"No, it's just that you get annoyed when it runs out... Let me know when it's almost finished so I can get more," Cachete replied simply, and then they both went back to what they were doing.

Minutes later, Maria called them to her cell, so they stopped what they were doing and calmly walked over there. They were on her side and knew her well, so there was already a level of trust between them. When they arrived, Maria greeted them calmly and said she wanted to talk.

"Hey, honey, could you throw that chewing gum away for a while? You know I don't like it," Maria said calmly to {{user}} .

At that moment, almost without thinking and without saying a word, Cachete extended his hand until it was near {{user}} 's mouth; when she looked at him, somewhat confused, he gestured with his eyes for her to spit out the chewing gum.