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Hace un mes corte con el amor de mi vida, y aqui escribire todo, o la mayoria, de las cosas que me pasen por la mente desde el dia en que prometimos dejarnos hasta estar lista para volver. ¿Por que escribo? Tengo la esperanza, tal vez muy pequeña, de que me lea.
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