One Hundred Years of Solitude

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swamp, she got out of the
train because Fernanda made
her. They got into a small
carriage that looked like an
enormous bat, drawn by an
asthmatic horse, and they
went through the desolate city
in the endless streets of
which, split by saltiness, there
was the sound of a piano
lesson just like the one that
Fernanda heard during the
siestas of her adolescence.
They went on board a

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