Cuando cierres el paracaídas
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Querido Defreds, espero que no te molesté pero hoy he venido a contestar todos los mensajoes que nos has querido transmitir en tu libro. Por qué cuando se abre algo, también es necesario cerrarlo y por qué como tú, yo tengo la necesidad de exteriorizar todo lo que mi mente se empeña en pensar. Supongo que tenemos más cosas en común de lo que puedes pensar.
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