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grateful I am, Patricia. The conversation is too prolonged, and it flattens my ears. So long, Patricia, ... I've got to get to sleep. Rosita puts down her book. Again darkness and insomnia. Have I quoted Octavio ... follow our routine: bathroom splashings, breakfast, the movies, the newspapers, the return home. You ...

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