Face
August 29, 1987: My Tia's face reflects how unhappy she is. I have afeeling she doesn't care anymore and there is nothing more I can do or say. San Vicente is gone. We can't go back to it, just like my uncle can't come back to life. And Luiswill not love me. It all addsup for us, but more especially for her.
Labels: Luis, San Vicente, Tia
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