—Por favor, señor, por mi madre se lo pido que no me mate. Mi madre es vieja. Es ciega. Ella es... —Su madre recibió la maldición de tener un hijo cobarde —dijo sombríamente el pistolero—. Las muñecas juntas.

-Stephen King

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