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Chapter 49: Tacos and Tequila
Music. Dancing. Tacos and Tequila. Who knew that Damian was a man who enjoyed such pleasures? Round and round, he spun me in circles. The laughter that emitted from me wasn’t something I had heard in so long, and every time he pulled me close to him I couldn’t help but wonder who the man before me was. This wasn’t the same Damian I had met so many months before. This Damian was actually fun. “I can’t–” I laughed, holding my side, “I need to sit down.” Pulling away from him, I moved back towards our table away from the crowd of people who still lined the dance floor. Mexico was more than I expected, and between the music and food, I found myself not wanting to go home. I could understand why James had come here to get away. One could really lose themselves within the culture of this
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