Inferno: Ira

Con las entrañas agitadas, el odio que sentía creció por dentro. Estaba pensando en la próxima victoria, la siguiente razón, el próximo movimiento. Ni siquiera dos copas de vino pudieron tranquilizarla.
With the bowels stirred, the hatred she felt grew inside. She was thinking about the next victory, the following reason, the next move. Not even two glasses of wine could reassure her.

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