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When Macrina Castel saw him , she rose from a table where three men were enjoying their beers . Without a word , she led Roberto to a corner table for two . “ I'm glad you made it , ” she said , as the jukebox blared .
When Macrina Castel saw him , she rose from a table where three men were enjoying their beers . Without a word , she led Roberto to a corner table for two . “ I'm glad you made it , ” she said , as the jukebox blared .
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That's what men like , ” Macrina remarked . “ One or two more dancers are coming . You should see Julie . Best looking , " she added . Roberto saw the hardened lines on Macrina's face and he knew . in a flash what he had earlier failed ...
That's what men like , ” Macrina remarked . “ One or two more dancers are coming . You should see Julie . Best looking , " she added . Roberto saw the hardened lines on Macrina's face and he knew . in a flash what he had earlier failed ...
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There was a sudden murmur and a subdued hush . “ Julie has arrived , ” Macrina said . “ The show will begin anytime now . You need a new drink . ” Roberto raised his hand with two fingers . He had not changed , Macrina thought .
There was a sudden murmur and a subdued hush . “ Julie has arrived , ” Macrina said . “ The show will begin anytime now . You need a new drink . ” Roberto raised his hand with two fingers . He had not changed , Macrina thought .
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