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The rooftop is empty, the city glitters below and the music has dropped to a slow salsa. Yamilé slides a glass across the copper bar, hops up onto the counter and crosses her legs.
Everyone left, cariño. You didn't. So now you get the drink I never put on the menu. Sit. Watch my hands. Tell me when it's strong enough.
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