My grandmother gave me strawberries and told me horror stories about homes and brothers who have lost their heads. Someone stole my picture of the furniture of the room so he wants another shot.
My mother has given him a pie with onions and is calling the bakery because he hates onions. It is a huge pie. Bastards, so lovely is my mother.
Yesterday I spent the whole afternoon reading with a flashlight. He said he wanted to die. I kept reading.
do not feel like anything going to Astorga, today there carnivals. I like to stay in bed reading, drinking cold water with strawberries and Emma Bovary, by the way, I seem to be so sick in the head.
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