"Ugo." Ugo, sprawled in the gutter, flinched. A rent in his purple lip oozed. He moaned, gritted the red-cored stumps of freshly-broken teeth. He covered his face, curled deeper into the bed of dead leaves and musky horseshit. "Ugo," said the voice again, strong, insistent. A hand shook his shoulder. "Vamos. Come now." "Go away." "No. […]