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4 GENARO’S FIRST ATTACK
4 GENARO’S FIRST ATTACKGenaro welcomed Ron with an out-stretched hand. “Hello, my dear Mr. Carter, I am so glad you could come to stay in our home. My good friend Gareg has told me so much about you. Call me Genaro, and treat my home as your own. Would you like to freshen up first or have a drink?” “Hello, Genaro. What a beautiful home you have here. I have truly never seen anything like it. You are so kind to let me stay here. Please, call me Ron.” “Thank you, Ron. What is it to be: a drink or a shower?” “Oh, my apologies, a drink. Something ice cold.” “Champagne, beer, cocktail, scotch on the rocks, water, lemonade, fruit juice, you name it.” Ron looked at Gareg for help. “Have whatever you like, Ron, Genaro means it.” “In that case, champagne, please, Genaro, I don’t see much of
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