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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 287 of 307 that I could be taken by the strength of these waves; I will confess it that in that moment, some small part of me did not care what happened to me, whether I lived or whether I died. I had walked to mere inches of where the waves were crashing and was suddenly soaked. Cuidate. No quiero morir. It was Buddha. What a whiner: Be careful. I don't want to die. I launched myself forward into that froth fully clothed, Wranglers and sneakers and all. !Que estas haciendo, cabron! No nos perequiz! Buddha cried out to me, What do you think you're doing! Don't get us killed. And all I could have replied to him was that I didn't know what I was doing and I didn't particularly care what happened to me. Quieres esa mujer! You love this woman? "Yes, la quiero!" Yes, I love her. Buddha was desperate, water closed my eyes and filled my nostrils. I went under the pounding waves. I couldn't tell which way was up.• Quien puede encontrarla? Who can find her, Buddha raged. I made it to the surface and gasped for air. Got hit again by another wave. "Steve se peude." I answered that Steve could find her. |
