SHORT-TRUTHS

“I've stopped crying, Mr. White; you look like a child. I remind you that if you don't go with your big mouth to Mrs. Ximena, nothing is going to happen to you. She is going to go to the mine; you better get dressed up and go to that place; watch your tongue, or you will end up in a hole deeper than a mine shaft, is that clear?”

The poor, terrified guy just shakes his head in the affirmative and starts to smell horrible.

“Well, I'll leave you; please take a bath because you smell bad; we don't want you to make a bad impression on the boss either.”

He slaps him gently, and they leave without a trace. Almost that Don White questioned if it was just a nightmare, although without hesitation he gets up to take a shower, where he cried so that his tears were confused with the jets of the bath column, which had gold trim and buttons with emeralds,

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