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CUBAN BAR

by @terry-reeves

TEQUILA SLIPPED DOWN EASILY, A MYSTERY WHO THE NEW MAN WAS BECAUSE HE CARRIED AN AURA WITH HIM WHICH EVEN HEMMINGWAY MIGHT HAVE BEEN INTERESTED IN; THIS HEAT WAS EVEN TOO MUCH FOR CAMPESINOS BUT NO BEAD OF SWEAT APPEARED ON HIS FACE, AS HE FIXED HIS GAZE ON ME MYSTICALLY, HE SAID THAT, 'YOU WON'T SEE ME AGAIN BUT WHEN YOU GO OUTSIDE IN THE DUST, YOU'LL CARRY ME WITH YOU AND I WILL GUIDE WHAT YOU DO,' AMAZINGLY, I BELIEVED HIM, FINISHED MY DRINK AND DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK, IT WAS TRUE - NEW ENERGY GRIPPED ME AND NOW WHERE I WANTED TO BE.
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