Felipe arrived in Perdizes late. He spoke almost no words (although he is quiet by nature). He didn’t eat or drink. He smoked one, sat alone for a moment and then rose as he tied his toque on his head. He and the Hulluca exchanged a greeting that was more eyes than words. Hulluca had […]
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