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... omantic Latin tracks that practically begged for body contact. They didn't hesitate. One of them took my hand, the other slid her arm around my waist, and we were back on the dance floor like nothing had happened.
After some hours, most of the adults were very drunk (most of the ones who don't drink had already left), it was already past 2 a.m.
At one point, I was singing:
"A ella le gusta la gasolina (¡Dame más gasolina!) Cómo le encanta la gasolina (¡Dame más gasolina!) ...
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