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... he cushion and scanned the surroundings.
It was still night. The lamp on the table remained the brightest thing in the room. Through the gaps in the window, I saw only darkness.
There was no one else but the two of us.
"What’s wrong, hija?" I focused on her. She looked freshly woken but neither sick nor in pain.
"It’s Vicente... he’s knocking outside," she told me.
I furrowed my brow. I remembered how she was blushing last night.
My still-groggy mi ...
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