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Para él, ella es la mujer mas hermosa del mundo y fotografiarla es solo uno de sus pasatiempos. Tanto ama lo que hace, que a diario sueña compartiendo y admirando su belleza; capturando su belleza con su cámara. Aunque aveces una pesadilla recurrente le ataca y todo empeora, cuando esa pesadilla al parecer se esta haciendo realidad.
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