Form the desk of The Black Widow's: 4 am

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(phone rings)*Baila! Baila morena, bajo esta luna llena, under the moonlight*


Her: You better have a good excuse for calling me at this time in the morning, it is 4 am, so make it a really good one.


Best friend: we slept together.


Her: ok, I am awake......


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