WIPSnips 10 Aug: admit #AndinoAndina #specfic OUT NOW!
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It was late, so Manolo showed Tonio where the wood for the wood-burning stove was stored before wishing us a good night and a pleasant stay. “He's not driving back now, is he?” I was concerned, knowing only too well the crazy hours some Mexicans worked. “I shouldn't think so,” Bron chuckled. “He lives with friends in town.” “That's okay then.” I let out a sigh of relief. I admit I was fishing a little, wanting to know if Bron slept or lived anywhere in our physical world. He didn’t bite. Andino Andina (c) Liz Rosales