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  • "It is likely that many of our faction saw him enter, an enemy under ones roof imposes certain conditions. I would still be obliged to shave him like any other customer."
  • "Yes I was a rebel but I was also a conscientious barber, and proud of the preciseness of my profession."
  • "I can feel my hands trembling again, he can not possibly realize which was in my favour."
  • "do you plan to punish them all?"
  • Strop
  • "What do you plan to do?"
  • "The same thing as the other day?!"
  • "I don't know yet. But we plan to amuse ourselves"
  • "Does he? no! what the devil! No one deserves to have someone else make the sacrifice of becoming a murderer. The first ones kill the second ones and they the next and it gos on and on like this until everything is a sea of blood."
  • "All"
  • "It could be better"
  • "Come to the school today at six o'clock"
  • I looked towards the street, It was the same as ever, the grocery store with two or three customers left. I then glanced to the clock to see that it was two-twenty in the afternoon.
  • Grocery Store
  • "it is getting very hot in here, Torres should be sweating as much as I am, but he is not afraid. He is a calm man who I bet is not even thinking about what to do with his prisoners this afternoon."
  • "Damn him for coming because I am a revolutionary not a murderer, and how easy it would be to kill him. And he deserves it."
  • "But I could cut his throat just so, zip! zip! I wouldn't even give him time to complain and since he has his eyes closed he wouldn't see the glistening knife blade or my glistening eyes.
  • "His beard was now almost completely gone. He seems much younger and less burdened by the years than when he first came in."
  • Out of his neck a gush of blood would spout onto the sheet, on the chair, on my hands, on the floor. The blood would keep inching along the floor, warm, uncontainable, until it reached the stree, like scarlet stream. I'm sure one solid stroke, one deep incision, would prevent any pain. He wouldn't suffer
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