The guard on duty should be more thinking about shrews that checking that all the sandwiches served that morning in the cantina were in order.
Mc Macanudo filed the bars of his cell window and slid the facade with a sheet tied to another. He jumped into the yard and ran to the first culvert that was in sight. Once inside the sewer he followed all the passages indicated on the map, but when he thought that freedom was near…
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