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Somewhere between pain and fear
I drifted. My left knee stiff and bloated like a corpse. I couldn’t move, couldn’t sleep, couldn’t escape the ennui, humidity and heat. For five days I lay there. And on the sixth I made ready to leave. I was sore. I’d been humbled. I’d picked up a noticeable limp.
Love at first drink
was probably too much to hope for. But two glasses into a carafe of sangria, Alejandra was flirting and asking if I had a “serious” girlfriend. Five glasses in, she was wild-eyed and slurring: – Honey, te quiero.
