XXXVII
He felt his head explode, the excruciating pain he had felt was nothing compared to the drop that had been falling on his head all night. It almost seemed to dig a hole in his skull. He wondered if it was like crying on the inside, his brain bathing in the tears and mud of his history. He wanted to disappear, feeling sluggish and sad. He wanted it all to end and the ways, he knew, were two, either talk or die. It was since that night, since he had seen her in the house with Luka, that he wanted to disappear, but these were the moments when you understand who is the champion, who is the hero who comes out after suffering blows and he no longer counted the times when he had spoken to death asking for a kiss on the forehead and f**k all those dames who would like to see him hanged, full of
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