I Don't Do It, I Didn't, You Covered Me in Your Dust?

Valente looked so dirty and bedraggled, leaves and twigs feathered in his hair. Jack could only say more softly, lo imo sabe, tell me, where does it go from here? Val didn't respond. That haunted, confused kid theyhad once called pacaso said nothing. After maybe ten paces, he stopped as if about to turn, but then he continued on to his car. The ignition sounded, and from the open window of his toyera, valente shouted, you're covered in dust. He was already speeding down the drive and most likely didn't hear him.