Chapter 7 THE BUTCHER AND DEATH

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LORD ROSEVALDO WASN'T EXITTING UP THE ZIPER, AND ZAP, ZAP HEARD A SCREAM OF PAINFUL PAIN, FUCK, MY FUCK, WHAT THE FUCKING PAIN, CUT MY FUCK.

THE CUSTOMERS WHO WERE IN AND OUT OF THE BUTCHER DID NOT CONTAIN LAUGHTER, DONA ROSALINA WENT TO HUSBAND'S HELP, WITH A HUGE TOWEL HIDING SUCH FUCKING MISTER ROSEVALDO.

AFTER EVERYTHING IS CALMED, AND EVERYONE AT HOME, THE SUBJECT WAS ONE, THE FUCK OF MR ROSEVALDO STUCK IN THE TROUSER ZIPER.

IN THE CORNER OF THE ROOM, ROSELIO THE YOUNGEST SON WAS THINKING ABOUT THE APPEARANCE, AND WHAT WANTED THAT WOMAN WITH HIM, OR HIS FATHER, AND WHAT MESSAGE WANTED TO PASS HIM, THOUGHT, THOUGHT, AND HE WAS MORE INTERESTED, WHILE EVERYONE WAS HAVING FUN DRINKING.

AND CELEBRATING THE SUCCESS OF THE SALE OF MEAT OF THE DAY, AND ALSO OF THE FUCKING FATHER, ROSELIO WENT TO HIS ROOM, TAKED HIS BATH, WHERE HE HAD A REFRIGERATOR AND DRAWED A BEER.

WHILE DRINKING, THOUGHT, WHAT HAPPENED, STRANGE HAPPENED, THOUGHT SO MUCH THAT SLEEPED WITH THE BEER IN HANDS.

ON THE SAME NIGHT THERE WAS A SCREAM IN THE HOUSE, WAS DONA ROSALINA, ASKING THE CHILDREN FOR HELP, THE FATHER IS DYING HELP MY