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Episode Eight

The two of us took the road alone, without a driver or anyone who could interrupt our mutual company. When I got out of the bathroom, I put on my trikini and overcoat. At the same time, I put my cell phone away, then put on the sandals with which I arrived from the airport. My damp hair will dry out and get wet again with sea water. Sitting in the Bentley with Julio at the wheel, I observe his strong features and his long fingers with short, filed nails. I feel like sailors adrift at sea. The more they drink salt water, the more thirsty they are. The more time I spend with Julio, the more I want to live this idyllic dream. However, my emotional stability screams at me and demands time to compose myself. It is not possible to stay here more days. I have to go to my mother and cry on her shoulder, although the more laughs Julio starts me with his ideas,

"Are you okay? Your silence worries me. I'm sure you will love La playita.

The journey, according to Julio, is

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