Digo yo que la historia de un abuelo que se lo curra para llegar primero y regalarle un pelele del atleti a su nieto, pues si, mola.
¿Pero no habría forma de contar el mismo argumento sin que el abuelo cogiera el regalo malenvuelto en papel de churros, no vistiera con jersey de cuello alto de mercadillo, no saliera de un bloque de pisos de barrio deprimido, ni cogiera un autobus apestado de gente tan apestosa casi como él?.
En definitiva, ¿ sin que se se envuelva el ambiente en una aureola de pobrecitos?
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