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Rockstar

By T.S Hidalgo He showed up to the televised interview in pajamas: — What are you dressed up as today? — I’m dressed up as myself —he held a revolver, next to the microphone. In fact he was aiming at

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Gadget Soccer Club

by T.S Hidalgo   (…The coach… wanted to see me), No, no, the coach didn’t want to see you, (The coach… didn’t want to see me), He didn’t want to see you, no, sir (The coach… didn’t want to see

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Absolute happiness

by T.S Hidalgo   I tore the corners of an envelope on the day of my childhood something like exultant and cathedrals, shields, even masters in black came out of it (and this is something I do not remember if

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