someone pushed open the
street door at two in the
afternoon in the mortal
silence of the heat and the
braces in the foundation
shook with such force that
Amaranta and her friends
sewing on the porch, Rebeca
sucking her finger in her
bedroom, Úrsula in the
kitchen, Aureliano in the
workshop, and even José
Arcadio Buendía under the
solitary chestnut tree had the
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