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‘Thank you,’ he whispered, there were not many who said that, and there was a new sound now, of clacking keys, people at computers, they writing the press statement, regret at an incident that would be thoroughly investigated by a federal team but we will not apologise because that might require compensation and what is this boy worth, well, less than a dead woman, she lay on the slab, a Guadalupe virgin begging, mother for mother, both of them had sons and it was the sons who had paid for their mother to be dead here though when I say paid, I am not sure that is the word because only threats changed hands, they loved their mother, and there was room for the boy to curl up in a corner of that house of the rich dead, I did enjoy a stroll there in the evenings, yes, I recalled now perfectly the boy who made a home in the house of the rich dead and I was glad for him but here, emerging from the sanctuary of typing, is a man who had once wanted to be good, the obstacles were many, and he was wearing a badge, ‘Director,’ he had no connection with the officers, their uniform he knew but not their names and not their income, they had been paid in another currency today while he, albeit he was trying to be good, there were no words to say, well, he could hardly wish the boy Buena suerte, Good luck, it would ÉCLAT FICTION

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