La historia de la muerte de Lara
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Lo único que siempre creí desear era una historia tan importante que marcara mi carrera como periodista , sin embargo encontré algo que me cambio la vida para siempre , un amor perdido , un interminable sufrimiento y una muerte injusta .
Ten cuidado con lo que deseas , puede hacerse realidad ; fue lo último que Lara escribió en su diario antes de ser asesinada.
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