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Soft Shoe In Chihuahua
"The next dance is mine, the last, chiquita,” said the languishing man in the three-cornered straw sombrero, clicking his bony tongue like castanets. But she and I, still high on the jive of orange margaritas, kept whirling in our brazen tango round and round the frowzy palmettos in buckets, past the sallow gringo in the hat by the door, keeping ourselves alive and everywhere on the wits of our toes. In Posse:
Potentially, might be ...
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