LILA Sasha gracefully carried two more bottles of Mrs Me wine to the balcony and extended a glass towards me. As she poured the crimson liquid into my glass, she filled her own with equal elegance. "To a brighter future," she toasted, lifting her glass. "To a brighter future," I echoed, clinking my glass against hers. Sasha's body swayed to the lively beat of a Latino song, which she claimed as her favourite. I leaned against the balcony railing, sipping my wine while nodding to the infectious rhythm. Sasha, on the other hand, was the embodiment of enthusiasm, dancing with unrestrained energy. Her dance moves, though entertaining, were as off-key as her singing. Suppressing a laugh, I watched her with amusement, not wanting to hurt her feelings. Although I have a feeling that nothing could dampen Sasha's spirits. She even took the wine bottle as a makeshift microphone, belting out the lyrics as she danced. Before long, I found myself bursting into laughter,
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