Context: I am currently reading A Hundred Years of Solitude (in Spanish). I'm more than 200 pages through the 500-strong book-- which sounds impressive but isnt as I haven't grazed it in more than a week. Nevertheless, I was lugging it around Cusco when I forgot it on an ATM. Classic.
When I rushed back, I asked the security guards: Have you seen my book, A Hundred Years of Solitude?
Guard, jokingly: Nope, but I got 200 years of solitude right here with me.
Me: Well, clearly I have more than 200 years of stupidity too.
Turns out they were storing it in the back room.
Turns out they were storing it in the back room.
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