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... CHAPTER 9 ...

All this the Chief noticed. And he would have gone forward if the wetness had not prevented an acceptable purchase on the handles. Therefore, he was forced to admit that Mrs. Protestant pastor was losing too much sweat.
Along the full length of the train (one thousand two hundred meters of cars and iron entrails, pylons, posts, buffers and puffers) one could hear the marching clamor of the Narcos (and see their red boots filling the field of view, well beyond the statue of the Red Pontiff of Climax. Their red gloves tinkering with walkie-talkies, micro machine-guns, multi-pagers).
One could see the passengers at the windows and the general of the Narcos asking the passengers not to stay at the windows (he was hurling profanities through a bullhorn equipped with a voice changer). A voice pleading with the passengers to remain in their seats. Another voice begging opportunists not to take opportunities. Above all, rapists of young girls (two of them were gone already, lost after an incoherent pedophile who wanted them not younger than six and not older than seven hundred and twenty six months).

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