Suddenly Greta's friends are all chatty. There's one of them, Mina, who is giving me the eye and she's always the first to laugh when I make a joke. It would be a strike. So would her two friends, of course. It's all the same.
This Piňa Colada is filthy. Too sweet, girls stuff. By the way, where's Jessica? I might send her a text. No, better not. I'll call her later. I must stop being so morbidly jealous.
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LAST CUBA LIBRE
General FictionIf you're looking for a gripping read, look no further than "Last Cuba Libre". Meet Jessica, who's a bit of a slag. Claudio, who rocks designer threads and snorts lots of cocaine. Then there's Tony, cruising in his Porsche, leaving a trail of broken...
