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July 1997

Sobrio no sombrío

Caminaba un borrachito por la calle. En el bolsillo trasero de su pantalón llevaba una botella de vino. En eso se cae de espaldas y dice al sentirse mojado en el fondillo: ¡Ojalá que sea sangre!" 

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