“Yes, you are very beautiful, put on your wedding dress and marry me…”, the rich man said to the beggar woman.
The rain fell on Insurgentes Avenue with that gray fury that makes Mexico City seem even more immense and colder. Alejandro Salazar, a forty-two-year-old real estate developer, left the office early for the first time in months. He had …
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