I'm sitting on the terrace of a bar, studying some work reports. You're a couple of tables away and you pass by me to go to the toilet, you nudge me and all the papers fall to the floor. You bend down to pick them up, you mutter various curses, suddenly you say: Sorry, I wasn't diligent enough. A thousand apologies She hands me the papers, I say: Thanks, it's okay, my name is Fiona, and you? Do you come here often?
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1Perito Moreno
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14/08/2025