One Hundred Years of Solitude

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without realizing that at ten
oclock the rain had grown
stronger and someone ran
past the workshop shouting to
close the doors before the
house was flooded, and
without thinking even about
himself until Úrsula came in
with his lunch and turned out
the light.


            What    a   rain!   Úrsula  said.

October, he said.
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