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Aiden
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Romance
Gustav acaba de perder a Aiden, su mejor amigo. No conoce la razón, sólo sabe que fue un asesinato. Todo su alrededor cree que fue un ajuste de cuentas con una mafia que maneja drogas, pero no quiere creérselo. A su misma vez conoce a una chica (la cual conocerás el nombre si te lees la historia), pero no es el momento adecuado. Aún así, es una pieza clave... Aunque él no lo sabe.
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