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Por cada vez

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Sebastián llevaba una vida estable, no le faltaba nada, tenía a sus padres, hermana, el amor de su adorada novia, y una de las mejores calificaciones de toda su universidad. Pero todo cambia cuando encuentra sus verdaderos documentos de nacimiento, donde a su madre no le queda más remedio que confesarle toda la verdad. Al no soportar todo su pasado va en busca de su novia, la que creía que era lo único real que tenía, pero todo su mundo se cae, cuando ella lo rechaza por no tener la vida que vivía y decirle que solo lo ha estado utilizando todo ese tiempo. Al alejarse todos, se ve sumergido en un nuevo mundo, donde un pequeño cofre y viejo, le devuelve la ilusión de todo lo que creía que no existía.
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