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evaporating like morning mist. “What? No, that’s a mistake. That’s my wife’s card. I have permission. Call her!”
The young woman, Valeria, looked at him, her radiance replaced by confusion and the first stirrings of fear. “Carlos? What’s wrong? You said everything was handled. You said you booked this weeks ago, that everything was paid for.”
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