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|Introduction||He walked around all afternoon with a piece of bloody tissue in his left nostril after receiving a blow to the head with a dictionary that only wished it were as heavy as the RAE.
Envolvió el picahielo en una camisa de franela y se lo llevaba bajo el brazo mientras cruzaba la ciudad en el metro.
Eunice Le Deux slept with her hair twisted into pin curls. Those pins dug into different pressure points in her skull each night causing her to wake up in unpredictable moods. She ate chicken pot pie for breakfast. Or, she stayed under the trees for hours singing irregular arpeggios to the squirrels.