Please, talk about what is happening in my country. Especially if you really want freedom for everyone.
A 11yr old boy has been injured with pellets. A 11 YEAR OLD BOY. We cannot lose more lives, Chavistas are denying help to the wounded in the hospitals! people are dying, and Maduro is trying to make peaceful protestants look like terrorists, an old story that we all know.
DON'T LOOK AWAY. OUR TRULY PRESIDENT IS EDMUNDO GONZÁLEZ.
VENEZUELA VA A SER LIBRE. 🇻🇪
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Sebastián was panting and sweating when he reached Caroline's house. Yaya opened the door, looking confused and concerned.
"What are you doing here?"
"Where is she?"
"Sebastián, please. You shouldn't be here. If Don Beltran comes home and finds you here, I can't even imagine what he would do." Yamarex's pleas fell on deaf ears as he frantically ran through every room of the house, shouting Caroline's name until he finally found her in the nursery.
"Sebastián, why have you come here?" she asked, her eyes wide with astonishment.
His eyes were fixed on her as she cradled the baby in her arms. "Whose child is that, Caroline?"
"What do you mean?" Caroline asked, laying the baby down in his cradle. "Sebastián, you know whose child this is," she said, trembling.
"Don't lie to me!" He gripped her arm firmly. "I overheard some women talking. Rumors are going around that the child is not Don Beltrans." Am I the father of the child, Caroline?" She didn't answer; she only stared at him with those big, green, terrified eyes. "Answer me, damn it!" he shouted so loud that it startled her, and she finally spoke.
"Stop it, Sebastián, please stop. You're hurting me. He is not your child."
"Don't you dare lie to me! The child came early, and I did the math. I heard what they—"
"Enough! Stop this nonsense. You come here making unfounded accusations based on what? Baseless gossip? It's not uncommon for babies to arrive early. You have no right to come into my house and accost me this way!" she retorted fiercely.
He released his grip on her and spoke more softly. "I implore you, Caroline. Tell me the truth."
"I already told you the truth. You should not have come here. How dare you doubt my word, my honor! Do you think so low of me I would keep this kind of secret? Listen carefully to my words: Listen carefully to my words, HE. IS. NOT. YOUR. CHILD." She spoke slowly and deliberately, stressing each word. At that moment, the baby let out a cry. "It is time for you to leave," she said coldly.
Sebastián tried to speak to her, to apologize, but Caroline would not hear it.
"Out of the love I once bore for you, I won't say a word of this to my husband. Now, please leave and never come back."
Feeling humiliated, he bowed his head in shame and departed. How could he have given a second thought to such petty gossip?
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As Oliver stared down at the ring for the umpteenth time, he heard someone walk into the kitchen. He hoped to god it was someone else, he'd even take Connie but as luck would have it, it was Cata.
"What have you got there?" she asked. Oliver could hear the smirk in her voice; she had definitely seen the ring. Well, he thought to himself, this was finally his moment.
Oliver beckoned her over and squashed down all his nerves. He smiled his brightest most charming smile, knelt on one knee and asked the question.
Cata stood silent for a while and shame began to envelope Oliver.
"We can go to Oasis Springs, I hear they'll say yes to a marriage licence there and I know it's not the Church and I haven't much but-"
Cata cut him off with a kiss, "Of course I'll marry you, I've been waiting ages for you to finally ask."
Hearing that Oliver immediately made plans to hire a wagon to Oasis Springs where Cata could finally become his wife.
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