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16 de febrero de 2012

En la playa

He had slept on the beach. It had seemed like fun last night, with the warm breeze, music humming in his ears, and just the right level of intoxicatio...The rhythmic sound of the surf had lulled him to sleep, until he ended up covered with a blanket of fine sand. The same sand that now felt sticky and unbearably suffocating...He tried to open his eyes but was blinded by the bright sunshine. He eventually opened both eyes, adjusting very slowly to daylight. Then he saw them, their tiny laughing silhouettes, handling shovels. He tried to scream, but the first spadeful went straight into his mouth.

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