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>The room was dark, the computer screen was its only source of light reflecting on Francis' glasses as he stared at the computer
>His country, and his liberal friends needed him in the internet, in order to fight the racist alt-right Russian conspirancy that threatened his democracy, his life and his public healthcare programs
>Meanwhile, his wife Desiree was out in the bar feeling depressed and hopeless over a failed marriage
>nowadays her husband was far too obese to be able to pleasure her
>At that time she noticed a change in the jukebox
>The music was warmer, more passionate and "naughtier" than before... a spanish guitar could be heard blasting the sound of pasión and amor
>A gallant handsome latino man sits next to her at the barstool
>"Perdóname pero una chica sola como tu hace mi corazón llorar lagrimas de dolor... Déjame que te ayude" - said the gracious man
>As the man's fingers caress the Desiree's body she could feel a tight and firm body... a rare sight in a country of obese men
>The man went deeper and deeper until the woman unleashed a scream of pleasure that incarnated the spirit of bluegrass and rodeo in a single feeling
>She passed out with a smile in her face, she knew that she discovered passion for the first time in her life
>Meanwhile, Francis had already won an argument in his favourite internet social network...
>when he went to wake his wife for his daily colostomy bag maintenance he found a rose laying next to her
>next to the rose there was a small note
>In the bottom of the note it read:
>...
>Fernando Martinez
