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I did not count the number of devils living in your son's stomach, but I knew that they are many, with their many strong hands that keep the three nails away from your son's skin whenever they bring them close to him. They were very afraid of being burned by fire and then dying, and yet I burned one stubborn one to death; he refused to run away and accepted to stay still in the tent he set up over your son's liver. He was drinking your son's blood, sucking it and absorbing it, and that's why you see your son's face always yellow. He was a hospitable devil who set up his tent day and night, every day over your son's liver, holding parties of music, dancing, fornication, and drinking alcohol. That's why you see your son's stomach swollen from the length of his tent's pole. Nevertheless, I burned him so that your son and grandson could live. I don't think his family will accept the blood money, as he is very beloved to them.