One Hundred Years of Solitude

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saddlebags in his hand, and
he appeared like a
thunderclap on the porch with
the begonias where Amaranta
and her friends were
paralyzed, their needles in the
air. Hello, he said to them in a
tired voice, threw the
saddlebags on a worktable,
and went by on his way to the
back of the house. Hello, he
said to the startled Rebecca,
who saw him pass by the
door of her bedroom. Hello,

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