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“La gente, a la hora de cometer disparates, puede decidirse por multitud de sistemas. Hay quien se casa; hay quien se suicida; hay quien presta libros; hay quien ahorra; hay quien se compra un paraguas... Hasta hay quien, puesto a disparatar en gordo, se muere de muerte natural...”

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El repelente niño Vicente

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