Then, overcome with the relief of having a friendly, familiar person in front of me, I blurted out suddenly, “Please—tell me something true, Juan, something to believe. And I will.” Whether it was the sangria, or the Valium, or the night, I could feel my eyes well up as Juan spoke in a gentle voice. It was love that leads all, he told me. It was love that knows what babies need. Love, he emphasized, knows all. God tells all men to know love, tells men to open their hearts, to be on the lookout for the secrets of the night. As for that Japanese woman, he went on—“She try to take your oosban
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