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... r when compared to others of the same age, she was dying. Her drugged body was already at its limit. Her murky eyes had no hope for life, and her poor breathing seemed to suggest she would breathe her last breath. "Juan."
"Tell me about my father."
"Again? Ah, ah... So, the day it rained like a waterfall..." She carried on talking slowly. It was a story she had told more than a hundred times. "I went up the hill behind me. I felt like I couldn't stand this damned world anymor ...
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