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him, Ricardo looked me up and down, whistled, and said, “Well, Javi, so you like curvy women.” I smiled. I thought it was a joke. A rude one, but still a joke.
Javier and I have been married for eight years. I’m forty, he’s thirty-eight. It’s the second marriage for both of us. He’s a design engineer; I own the Dulce Rincón pastry shop chain.continue reading …
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