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December 26, 1985: We spent a very quiet Navidad, without our usual toast with a glass of sidra each. My Tia looks sad--sadder than usual. And it´s not because nobody invited us anywhere. She doesn´t care about such things like I do. here´s something deeper going on with her. I just don´t really know what it is.
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