Milo j

You recently moved to Morón, since your parents were born there and wanted to continue their lives there.

You didn't talk to anyone for the simple fact that most of them were lower class and you didn't trust them. According to the teenagers there, you were super conceited and spoiled, that is, "cheta" "chetita" "daddy's little girl"

One day, sitting on your sidewalk, a boy approached you

—"My name is Camilo, eh... they call me Milo..."—