One Hundred Years of Solitude

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two conditions, he went on.
The first: that everyone can
paint his house the color he
feels like. The second: that
the soldiers leave at once. We
will guarantee order for you.
The magistrate raised his
right hand with all the fingers
extended.


            Your    word    of  honor?

The word of your enemy,

José Arcadio Buendía said.
And he added in a bitter tone:

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