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” he said.
His voice was not loud. It did not need to be.
The men stopped.
Fausto looked at Jacinto with the cold contempt of a man who has spent his whole life looking at people he considers below him.
“Old man,” he said. “You have no idea what you’re doing.”
“I know exactly what I’m doing,” Jacinto said. “It’s what I should have done eleven years ago.continue reading …
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