“He cannot fail. A broken finger is nothing, a rib undocked is a war wound that he shows with proud. The body was turned into a trophy room, each arranged on a piece of meat that is losing firmness. […] Paradón Casillas. Bold print, please. Rockets and party. A bottle of champagne in the hotel room. Better, with big letters: SAN CASILLAS seems pretty good to me.” [x]
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