had a jar full of lightning and thunder, even some sparks, but never knew exactly what were the latter. Had been reaping for years of trouble-with each angry when he saw that a storm was going to pop into your head and it screams would go down his throat as the howling gale before the downpour, made an effort to keep smiling and while counting to ten, was keeping its anger in the pot, you put the lid shut and let the storm there. And the clouds that had formed in his eyes gave way to a sun-splendid eyes sparkling. I do not know what caused that jar broke a period of monsoon was unusually long, such a flash flood in a few minutes to take everything in their path, or a constant calabobos just that, after repeated, there moisture ended up put him in the bones. The truth is that the glass broke into pieces in the air and now no one comes close. What a storm in the month of June!
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