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Cold Margarita
Teen Fiction"Ya, Margarita, why won't you trust me?" He said frustratedly. I rolled my eyes at him and faced the bar counter. I raised my index finger to summon the bartender. "One cold Margarita, please." The bartender left to prepare my drink. I will never tr...
