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MCA Apartment #0, Sunday Afternoon
Oct. 4th, 2015 01:16 pmLito had intended to head to the school to hold office hours this afternoon, but Daniela had grabbed him by the arm and dragged him back when he told her where he was going. "No, no, no," she'd insisted, "you have to stay here with me, it's the Madrid Derby today and you're way better to watch football with than Hernando."
"I like watching football with Hernando," Lito protested, wounded on Hernando's behalf.
"I do, too, I just could do with a little less about the poetry of that pass and a little more about the poetry of Cristiano Ronaldo's face and his thighs that could kill a man, is all," Daniela said.
Lito considered this. "Fair enough. I'll get the drinks." Daniela cheered and hurried to claim the best spot on the sofa.
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"I like watching football with Hernando," Lito protested, wounded on Hernando's behalf.
"I do, too, I just could do with a little less about the poetry of that pass and a little more about the poetry of Cristiano Ronaldo's face and his thighs that could kill a man, is all," Daniela said.
Lito considered this. "Fair enough. I'll get the drinks." Daniela cheered and hurried to claim the best spot on the sofa.
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