Melancolía y Vodka.

Melancolía y Vodka.

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Esta no es una historia de amor. Esta no es una historia donde dos personas se enamoran y deciden pasar el resto de sus vidas juntas; aunque un día lo fue. Desde que Noa le dijo 'Si' a Paula en preparatoria fueron inseparables. Estuvieron juntas toda su adolescencia y al graduarse de la universidad se mudaron juntas a un apartamento en California. Al estar conviviendo tanto años una con la otra se percataron que se volvía monótono y que si no hacían algo por revivir su amor todo se perdería así que decidieron darse un mes. Un mes sin la otra, un mes donde podrían hacer su vida sin tenerse en los hombros, un mes donde podrían probar otras cosas y personas, un mes con remordimientos de conciencia por lo que había sucedido antes de todo. ''No sabes lo que tienes hasta que lo pierdes'' Así que ellas probarán el sabor de la soledad.
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