20.13: Purgatory Page #3

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You're wasting your time anyway.

It's not the weapon that's damaged,

Larga-Larga.

- You're the one who's beyond repair.

- Sh*t head.

Forget about it, maybe he was unlucky.

But hey, this will give you some luck...

At least I was there. Unlike the other

bastards, who didn't show up.

- I had diarrhea!

- You mean you were sh*t scared.

As if there was any way of telling

there'd be trouble.

And you would have come in handy.

At least someone who knew

how to handle the mortar.

Badagaio was always wide off the mark.

And Lito paid the price.

You want your letter, right?

You took your time getting here...

Looks to me like a girl's handwriting...

Girlfriend back home? Huh?

Or are you planning to get married?

Here it is... You're lucky it's small...

It should only take you

about a week to read this.

The problem is when

you reach the end,

you'll no longer remember

the beginning.

Maybe it's better I read it for you

and give you a summary.

I'd do you in, before you'd finished!

Poor little thing,

no need to get all in a tizz.

Can't anyone joke around anymore.

Calm down.

Forever.

Come in.

Despite being a priest,

he's a great guy...

How long have we known each other?

Since we were kids...

We always got along...

- We have a gentleman's agreement...

- That's right.

For example:
He doesn't talk to me

about spiritual pleasures,

neither about the...

What's the expression?

- Of the... eternal life...

- About the delights...

About the delights

of eternal life in paradise.

Pleasures that I'll never

have the chance to experience

due to my lack of faith...

And he doesn't remind me

about the earthly pleasures,

or the vibrating sensations

that I swore to abstain myself from.

But it's not so easy, is it?

- Fancy a beer?

- No, thanks...

Everyone has their own mission...

If you'll forgive me,

I'm going to have a bath.

I've had my fill of missions for today.

And you look like you're about

to dedicate yourself

to the mission of love thy neighbor...

He really doesn't know how to read,

does he?

- Who? Him?

- Hmm.

If he knew how to handle a weapon...

So, this took place

far from the festivities...

Yes, further away, beyond the fountain.

Other than the things that you said,

you didn't do anything else?

For the love of God.

I wouldn't lie to you, Sir.

Especially given that you're a priest.

Larga-Larga, pass us the ball.

It's hard for me to be the one

who has to tell you this...

But there's no way you're

the father of this child.

The months don't match,

and what you did wasn't enough

to get the girl pregnant.

But Sir, what have other people

got that I haven't?

I didn't go to see you, because I couldn't!

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