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He grinned, looking back and forth at Rafael and me.
“I don’t know how many times we told people that story,” Jacob interjected, resting his chin on his palm. He looked at us. “They met because of me. I was still a child playing with a blue balloon in front of a church. The balloon flew from my hand, but Jocelyn snatched it right back, but she fell out of balance. Emil caught her, like their dancing cha-cha-cha. How romantic, isn’t it?”
“We like cha-cha-cha.” Jocelyn giggled, patting her husband’s shoulder fondly. “I was visiting a friend in Mexico that week, and we went to the church. I was only twenty. Thank goodness for the balloon!” She grinned at Jacob.
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