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El Decimo - The history of my wedding Hear it not to stops...

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The history of my wedding? Hear it; not to stops being rare. An escuálida kid of hair greñoso, of frayed shawl, was the one that the tenth one of lottery ticket sold me, at the door of a coffee to the high hours at night. I gave him of cousin an enormous quantity, a hard one. With how humble and funny smile rewarded my length! -It is carried you the luck, young gentleman -affirmed with the suggestive and clear pronunciation of the girls of the town of Madrid. -¿You are sure? -I asked him, as a joke, while slid the tenth one in the pocket of the overcoat interlined and the cravat of silk rose that served me of mufflers, in order to preserve me of the pneumonias that foretold the remusguillo barber of December. -¡Go if I am sure! Since the tenth one that him he is carried you by have not I fourth, young gentleman. The number... already you will look at him you when he leave... he is the thousand four hundred twenty; the years that have, fourteen, and the days of the month that have on the years, twenty just. Already he sees if he would buy I all the bill. -Therefore, daughter -I responded throwing them to me of generous, with the tranquility of the player hardened that he knows that him he has not fallen never
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