Carlos by José Vadi

TO wake up today the same man as yesterday mornings performed like carbon copies of yesterday, a dress rehearsal always on time. The child and mother who live two floors above run down the stairs, their pitter patter telling him in the first floor apartment that it is half-past seven in the morning. The dog that hunts the newly acquired cat of the upstairs neighbor scurries across their hardwood floor.
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