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"Don't babble here! Let me take you home. I don't want you to be a balloon with only four breaths left because I can't hold you!"

El Barack pulled Azzura's hand and exited the private room of the Japanese restaurant. They walked to the parking area where Alexander had been waiting for them. This time, Azzura's heart was racing, her hand tightly held by El Barack.

El Barack opened the car door for Azzura, asking her to sit in the back seat, and then he circled to sit beside her.

"Why are you in such a hurry? I haven't even finished writing a message to Jennifer!" Alexander teased.

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