Repeat.
My husband enjoyed that rhythm without ever hearing the music behind it.
Mauricio liked luxury the way some people like oxygen. He considered it natural. He stepped into comfort as if it had been made for him by birthright. The imported car, the private club membership, the watch he flashed in business lunches, the Bosques de las Lomas mansion with its polished stone driveway and manicured hedges, the monthly support I sent to his mother, the vacations, the dinners, the house staff, the little emergencies that always became expensive by the time they reached me.
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