And there, behind the wheel, a pair of deep brown eyes stared right into mine.
For a moment, the noise of Madrid disappeared.
No horns.
No heat.
No people rushing across the avenue.
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And there, behind the wheel, a pair of deep brown eyes stared right into mine.
For a moment, the noise of Madrid disappeared.
No horns.
No heat.
No people rushing across the avenue.
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