I just wanted to share the story of my aunt when she was in her arms. Here is what he will never forget in his entire life when he was personally confronted by others or the masses. When I was about 6 years old, I was about eight years old when he told my siblings this story I was going to share with you. I was about to start it, It was two o'clock in the morning, when my aunt decided to go home, using the car she had just borrowed from us (my mom's sister-in-law). Tito was good to the garrison, along with the barges but when he returned he was no longer with him. The sky seemed to be saddened by the force of rain and thunder and lightning, as he contemplated the rough road, his face was misplaced because he seemed to be on a different path, because instead of the highway he passed he walked.
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