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What's in a Name?

                He cornered Miguel while they were making a stop to relive themselves. "What was her name?"

                "Whose name?"

                "Barcelona girl."

                "Ah. Arcelia," he sighed, and then quickly added, "At least, I think."

                "And was she your 'treasure'?"

                "About as much as Concepcion conceived."

                "Touché," Tulio said. "And Consuelo wasn't much comfort, I'd wager?"

                "No, not really. Though," Miguel pointed out, "Marisela was undoubtedly a sea of bitterness. After we both left, at least."

                "True."

                "And you're nothing if not rather lively."

                "And you, my friend, you are like a god."

                Miguel grinned. "With the ladies, at least." Tulio chased him.