But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be — Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be — Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be — Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be — Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be — Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be — Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be — Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be — Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be — Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be — Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be — Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be — Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be — Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be — Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be — Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be — Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be — Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be — Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be — Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be — Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be — Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be — Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be — Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be — Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be — Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be — Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be — Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be — Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be — Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be — Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
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But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be a subterfuge for hiding the torments of love.

— Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
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