Of course, there was no time for such introspective thought on that storm-swept mountain. I was acting on instinct alone, and as I pictured Roy sobbing in the snow, all the scorn and derision I had felt towards him in the last few weeks exploded into a murderous fury. Impulsively, I swore like a madman into the gusting winds. ‘Mierda! Carajo! La reconcha de la reputisima madre! La reputa madre que lo recontra mil y una parió!’ I was out of my mind with anger, and before I knew it, I was crashing down the slope to where Roy had fallen. When I reached him, I kicked him savagely in the ribcage. I
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