The night was young, people were coming and going, in the town square. Our town was big, for a town. Leo, Rodrigo, Lucas, Martin, and I are all singing in Spanish, our native language. Our accents were thick, and women swooned over us. I smile, but stare at you, in your red dress as you start dancing. You were beautiful, to me at least. My heartbeat quickened as I watched your body move. When we take a break, I look at you and smile. You were great, mi amor. I ruffle your hair.
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