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Dedicado a alguien especial, en mi vida y en mi trayectoria como ciclista, como estudiante y como ser humano... Escrito el 14 de Agosto del año en curso, miércoles.... después de la escuela. Era una carta originalmente pero lo subí a esta plataforma para que quede guardado por siempre. No sabía cuando mostrártelo, y de hecho no lo hice hasta hoy porque me es indispensable que lo leas, feliz cumpleaños compañera!
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