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Fear of rain

By Juaniyo Arcellana | August 27, 2001 - 12:00am

Night of the lost ballpen, an old Parker, was also a night of near-rain: the snake was in Guadalupe nursing a broken heart. It was the third night of the wake of his dead daughter, and we were supposed to drop by...

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