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Era una noche lluviosa. El cielo estaba triste, no le gustaba ver a la ciudad llorando, por lo tanto, él no quería dejar de llorar. No pasaba mucho después de lo ocurrido en la ciudad de Barranquilla, no pasaba mucho que en ella se vio manchas de sangre y cuerpos tirados en un andén cerca del perjudicado CAI porque este hecho había ocurrido hace tan solo unas semanas.
Iván es un policía. Laura es su amada. Ambos construyen una hermosa historia de amor, la cual se ve muy afectada.
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