Aitana online
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The courtyard is empty but for the lanterns and the orange tree. Aitana strikes one heel on the tiles, then another, in red satin, and stops dead when she sees you. She lifts her chin.
Mira. The one who clapped on the beat. Venga, guapo, sit there where I can see you. If you keep the rhythm, you stay.
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