Spanish singed and anxious, I feel electric. Squatting in the sun, roaming tongue, waiting. The hallways voices reverberate off the marble, sneak into my siestas. I feel thrills, a thin layer of humid air, laying on my skin expectantly; something out there. Bursting from the chest, I feel a split in my ribs; hollowed out, space to be filled.
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