“I wish that I could forget it,” he said. He saw his father, calling to him from an icy white tunnel, beckoning to him. Diable. She had fallen asleep on the wooden bed, uncaring of lice or bedbugs. He would never be able to figure out that: all these miles from Cuba, and you could get a perfecto for thirteen cents.
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