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Dance Me to Your Beauty

Published August 11, 2017 in Flaco , Lizette - 0 Comments

Dance Me to Your Beauty

Chuletas for breakfast with avocado and lime.

Rice leftover.

Flaco kicked the screen door open.

“Da me lo.” he said.

“Da me ahora mismo.”

Lizette looked sideways.

“Go and get it. No one’s stopping you.”

He picked up the drums and they came alive.

He could turn on a room in an East Harlem minute.

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