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Chapter 11 - Cristian
One cut up bottle of Lagavulin, one quality Cuban cigar, and 8 hours of sleep with the sound of the sea crashing in opposition to the rocks labored wonders. I woke up feeling much better as if the cobweb had been blown off and the dark mask lifted, so I could see clearly. I grabbed my cell phone from the nightstand and collapsed back on the bed, stretching. I opened her message from last night and read it again. "I am honored, Sarah. You remembered our arrangement that you would think of me every time you saw a meatball. I hope the thought was good. “ I felt better after answering her. It was a pain not to answer last night when she came. I didn't expect her to answer me right away, but at least she wouldn't thin
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