But when they changed their plans time and time again, the dates became confused, the periods were mislaid, and one day — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

But when they changed their plans time and time again, the dates became confused, the periods were mislaid, and one day — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

But when they changed their plans time and time again, the dates became confused, the periods were mislaid, and one day — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

But when they changed their plans time and time again, the dates became confused, the periods were mislaid, and one day — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

But when they changed their plans time and time again, the dates became confused, the periods were mislaid, and one day — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

But when they changed their plans time and time again, the dates became confused, the periods were mislaid, and one day — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

But when they changed their plans time and time again, the dates became confused, the periods were mislaid, and one day — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

But when they changed their plans time and time again, the dates became confused, the periods were mislaid, and one day — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

But when they changed their plans time and time again, the dates became confused, the periods were mislaid, and one day — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

But when they changed their plans time and time again, the dates became confused, the periods were mislaid, and one day — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

But when they changed their plans time and time again, the dates became confused, the periods were mislaid, and one day — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

But when they changed their plans time and time again, the dates became confused, the periods were mislaid, and one day — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

But when they changed their plans time and time again, the dates became confused, the periods were mislaid, and one day — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

But when they changed their plans time and time again, the dates became confused, the periods were mislaid, and one day — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

But when they changed their plans time and time again, the dates became confused, the periods were mislaid, and one day — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

But when they changed their plans time and time again, the dates became confused, the periods were mislaid, and one day — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

But when they changed their plans time and time again, the dates became confused, the periods were mislaid, and one day — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

But when they changed their plans time and time again, the dates became confused, the periods were mislaid, and one day — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

But when they changed their plans time and time again, the dates became confused, the periods were mislaid, and one day — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

But when they changed their plans time and time again, the dates became confused, the periods were mislaid, and one day — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

But when they changed their plans time and time again, the dates became confused, the periods were mislaid, and one day — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

But when they changed their plans time and time again, the dates became confused, the periods were mislaid, and one day — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

But when they changed their plans time and time again, the dates became confused, the periods were mislaid, and one day — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

But when they changed their plans time and time again, the dates became confused, the periods were mislaid, and one day — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

But when they changed their plans time and time again, the dates became confused, the periods were mislaid, and one day — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

But when they changed their plans time and time again, the dates became confused, the periods were mislaid, and one day — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

But when they changed their plans time and time again, the dates became confused, the periods were mislaid, and one day — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

But when they changed their plans time and time again, the dates became confused, the periods were mislaid, and one day — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

But when they changed their plans time and time again, the dates became confused, the periods were mislaid, and one day — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

But when they changed their plans time and time again, the dates became confused, the periods were mislaid, and one day — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

But when they changed their plans time and time again, the dates became confused, the periods were mislaid, and one day seemed so much like another that one could not feel them pass.

— Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

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