“What do you want, son?” “I want someone to beat the shit out of me,” said Gaspar, and although his voice came from a hardened throat, though his voice was thick, he wasn’t crying and he wasn’t going to cry. “To be beaten to death, that’s what I want. I killed a girl, I deserve it all. Marita left me, she’s with another guy, I’m a piece of shit.” “You didn’t kill anyone. This again?” Luis grunted and let go of Gaspar, who rested his hands on the table and stayed quiet. “You brought her to the house. But to go from there to thinking you killed her—how many times with the same thing, Gaspar?
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This is just so sad. This book is a pity party.
