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And he asks me to tell him about El Vaporcito again. And I tell him that I was training at the Diario, one summer afternoon, and someone who was smoking on the balcony said that the ship was sinking and, come on, nobody believed it. But it was true: the old man was submerging ‘Hadrian III‘docked at the Cádiz dock in front of the newspaper house, like the bull that seeks death next to the press barrier. And another, joker, laughed while it was malicious that Quiñones would be rubbing his hands.
It is Monday and since there is no school because it is Holy, or so they say, let’s The park. We got off the
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