Neblina.
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Last published Fri, Aug 10, 2018
Tengo poco tiempo tratando de narrar esta historia, después de la triste tragedia que azoto ese día no e tenido oportunidad de escribir, y es justificable, todas las pruebas apuntan a que yo realice tal crueldad, aunque yo no estaría tan seguro. Tengo poco tiempo exactamente dos días en este miserable mundo, tendré que ser rápido si quiero que esta pequeña narración llegue a la persona que me pidió de favor documentar todos los eventos, que al parecer entiende todo y también lo mas importante... ella los logra ver y escuchar.
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