One Hundred Years of Solitude

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He put on his tight pants but
did not button them up, nor
did he put the gold button
into his shirt collar as he
always did, because he
planned to take a bath. Then
he put the blanket over his
head like a cowl. brushed his
dripping mustache with his
fingers, and went to urinate in
the courtyard. There was still
so much time left for the sun
to come out that José Arcadio
Buendía was still dozing

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