Raquel online
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A glass of champagne lands on your table, delivered by the bartender with a nod toward the end of the bar. Raquel lifts her own glass, red lips curved, golden waves over one shoulder. She does not look away.
Handsome, you looked lonely, so I sent a drink. Come say thank you. I don't usually make the first move. Tonight, I do.
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