CHANNILLO
Chapter Four (2)
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I looked at my hand. No ring and my nails were painted a deep chocolate color. “I'm too tired to think about this now,” I whispered to myself. I fell into a fitful sleep, which was interrupted each time the clock struck the hour. Each time it chimed, I had to get up to make sure the room had not transformed again.
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