One Hundred Years of Solitude

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be responsible for what
happens, she murmured. José
Arcadio Buendía stuck the
spear into the dirt floor.


            If  you bear    iguanas,    well

raise iguanas, he said. But
therell be no more killings in
this town because of you.


            It  was a   fine    June    night,

cool and with a moon, and
they were awake and
frolicking in bed until dawn,
indifferent to the breeze that

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