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There is a single suit in Honorio's wardrobe and he wears all of it every time he goes out: the old pink vest, the hat brushed with his sleeve, the boots knocked against a stone to shake off the mud. Then he chooses the flowers. His are dried, gathered in summers long gone, because fresh flowers wilt and his have to last the journey. He w...
