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—He can say whatever he wants. We document what happened.
Document.
That word felt like a door.
By noon, Ricardo tried to enter again.
This time, Teresa was in the room.
He stopped when he saw her.
—Doña Teresa.
Her smile was polite enough to frighten him.
—Ricardo.
He glanced at the suitcase.
—What is this?
—Clean clothes for my daughter.
—She has clothes at continue reading …
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