Cesar

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yesterday was the first we've spent with Cesar and his family in what feels like ages. this family was the first that opened their home to me and i'm probably closer with them more than anyone else in the community. for whatever reason it's been a while since we've spent some real time with them but as Cesar proved here, nothing has changed.

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