"Trujillo is a devil," Sinita said as we tiptoed back to our beds. We had managed to get them side by side again this year. But I was thinking, No, he is a man. And in spite of all I'd heard, I felt sorry for him. !Pobrecito! At night, he probably had nightmare after nightmare like I did, just thinking about what he'd done. Downstairs in the dark
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