Step out of the rain into the country bodega, we´re camping nearby and wouldn´t mind a few beers to float us sleepward. Children with their father, he´s handling a zippered outlandishly shaped case, brightens at my inquiring expression. ¨Do you want to hear a little?¨ I nod.
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Bottles clinking in a plastic bag, I walk away grinning.