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"Same as yesterday," said the father. "The same smile."
He gathered his things and returned to continue Mass. His head moved back and forth, paying no mind to his body's movement. And suddenly he realized he was thinking about his body. Or perhaps not about his but rather about that of Susana San Juan, who had revealed her naked breasts, floating in the warm air, and the beginning of her waist, there where all the sins of men are sewn.