Being A Nice Guy Will Get You Nowhere

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It was a hot night. The kind of hot nights you only get during the hot summers of Chihuahua, Mexico. I was sitting down on a bench in the park in front of her house. She was sitting down right next to me. It was night already, not late, maybe 9:00 or 10:00. The street was quiet, no cars passing by, just the lights of the windows of the house on, indicating there were people awake in their living rooms enjoying their…