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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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Corazon looked down the avenue of the lost years and saw her mother staggering through its slush and dirt , its sunshine and ... But somehow the tricky years fashioned the child's dread into a mother's obsession to disturb them both .
Corazon looked down the avenue of the lost years and saw her mother staggering through its slush and dirt , its sunshine and ... But somehow the tricky years fashioned the child's dread into a mother's obsession to disturb them both .
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Corazon heard her mother puttering about in the kitchen and wondered if she knew how fond she was of Luis . She had guarded her secret jealously . Antero , the lame mailman , would know . At least Antero would suspect from the unfailing ...
Corazon heard her mother puttering about in the kitchen and wondered if she knew how fond she was of Luis . She had guarded her secret jealously . Antero , the lame mailman , would know . At least Antero would suspect from the unfailing ...
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