Su Guitarra Espanola
Special thanks to my editor, LadyCibelle (Inspired by Toni Braxton track. Mistakes in the Spanish are mine but should be minimal. If you haven’t heard the song, you won’t understand this. If you have, read on and enjoy, even better, listen as you read, and be transported.) * * * * * The cafe is small and dimly lit. Along each wall large red candles burn, accenting the wisps of smoke pushed around the room. The air is pregnant with the scent of tobacco and jasmine. As is the...
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