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Chavo | Kabillion El
Chavo looked up, his big eyes reflecting the chaotic glow. "Because, uhm… I already have a wish."
"You have no money. No room. No father. But you have something I have never possessed." kabillion el chavo
Don Ramón, with bitter defiance, wished for "all the money in the world." Gold coins rained down like hail. They smashed the windows, crushed the flowerpots, and filled the barrel so full it cracked. Don Ramón tried to pick up a coin, but another fell on his head. Then another. He staggered under the weight of limitless wealth. Chavo looked up, his big eyes reflecting the chaotic glow
A shimmer. A glitch. A color that had no name. No father
Kabillion's face-screen flickered. "THAT IS EIGHT WISHES. PLUS A TACO."
Don Ramón was chasing El Chavo for the usual reason: two months of unpaid rent. Chavo ducked behind the water barrel, tripped over a stray soccer ball, and knocked the barrel clean over. As the water spilled across the dusty courtyard, it didn't just pool. It reflected something that wasn't there.