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De nothing personal, I will take the pulse and that pulse is as informative as it was reading the newspaper during the transition Alcázar, much more than read the ABC, or indeed the country, who knew nothing nothing.
There are days that I perceive what was formerly called "cross of death": the heart rate and blood will rise and the temperature will drop, now called shock-and in those circumstances rebel and kill the messenger.
"You are very sick," I say and they, in their madness, they call me "Dr. Mengele! Dr. Death! Dr. Hell! Dr. Montes! But I'm still trying to empathize with them, and seek to heal, and if not, unless your soul is saved.
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PS-This is a kind of frieze of followers. Does anyone know why it does not contain some of the more conspicuous? I tell you: they are subsumed.

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