Yellow, Blue, Brown, Red: A Collection of Essays, Poems, and Short Stories |
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Mother , I Promise CORAZON ENTERED the room and knew at once that her mother had seen the boys escort her up to the gate . “ Those boys seem to like you very much , ” her mother said . “ Nice boys , both . I like them .
Mother , I Promise CORAZON ENTERED the room and knew at once that her mother had seen the boys escort her up to the gate . “ Those boys seem to like you very much , ” her mother said . “ Nice boys , both . I like them .
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Of those days , Corazon had memories undimmed by the years . There were the silent bulk of soldiers patrolling the neighborhood to enforce guarantine rules , of uncles and other relatives coming and going under cover of darkness to ...
Of those days , Corazon had memories undimmed by the years . There were the silent bulk of soldiers patrolling the neighborhood to enforce guarantine rules , of uncles and other relatives coming and going under cover of darkness to ...
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“ YOUR grandfather was a lovable man , ” said Corazon's mother , Simeona , to Luis on the way home from the cemetery . “ He once beat me with a roll of cloth for taking away a heavy glass object which he used to hold his paper patterns ...
“ YOUR grandfather was a lovable man , ” said Corazon's mother , Simeona , to Luis on the way home from the cemetery . “ He once beat me with a roll of cloth for taking away a heavy glass object which he used to hold his paper patterns ...
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