La fresa y el tercermundista (Latin Omens)

"Are you going to visit his family then?" "Yes! It's all I want right now," Aziraphale couldn't help beaming. "I've had just little glimpses but they seem really lovely and polite!" Gabriel looked at him for a moment and then, as always, he laughed at him. "What's so funny?," he fisted his hands under the table. "Oh, Aziraphale," he raised the rim of his glass to his mouth while looking at his ridiculous and blond gay brother. "Those latin demons are gonna eat you and your bowtie alive."

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