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Americans love to see Latins dance. Dance, fuck, fight. Anything, really, that’s meant to be done with passion.
Because I realized in that moment that this guy’s art form wasn’t sculpture, it was bullshit.
What had Mrs. Fitzsimmons said? That Jack Martin’s wife was lucky that he’d let her into those rooms. How lucky could she have been if she was dead?
