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Ricardo murmured, walking to the window:
“She always exaggerates everything. Surely she is playing the victim so that she is treated more.
Camila lowered her gaze, squeezing her baby tighter.
“Ricardo, please, I’m very tired.
“Tired?” he sneered, turning sharply. I work twelve hours in the sun to maintain this house and you get tired from doing what all women do naturally.

Little Leonardo began to cry harder, as if he felt the tension of his parents. Camila tried to calm him down by rocking him gently, but her hands were shaking.
“Shut him up,” Ricardo ordered, approaching the bed. I can’t stand that noise.
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