We rubble the ranch. This morning the front of the building of the newspaper appeared riddled with stones. At least 10 shot. And they were not slingshot stones, eh, they were a huge chunk rubble. News is that some unemployed not made it to the bad boys of Burgos, and good, were offended. I always chatted a bit with the building's guards, who are not bouncers or anything the like, are simply enduring laburantes awake all night. "Here, nothing happens until it happens," she said one just a couple of days. Luckily, these glasses are very thick, if not the debris he'd been in the bearing to the guard. One of the piedrazos was embedded in the glass. The truth that came out really well, looked like one of those ultra-modern art.
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