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... and Catora failed to return home on time. By the time he left his university, the subway stations had already closed, and he had to wait hours for someone to pick him up, and on the way back home, one of my mother's car tires (who went to pick me up at the university) it got pricked. Fuck, it was horrible. On the way back we saw the Protestants (troublemakers) fighting the police officers and… fuck. Now there is a curfew and, damn, I hear the helicopters hovering around. The good thing (if I can ...
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