Nunca Sere Ella.

Nunca Sere Ella.

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Misma cara, Mismo nombre, pero no soy yo. Que pasa cuando tu gemela la cual es totalmente identica cae en coma y te ves obligada a suplantarla, a terminar algo que ella no pudo, como hacer cuando son identicas pero nada parecidas por dentro, como hacer para fingir ser algo que no eres, como es sentir el amor por primera vez y saber que no es a ti a quien amas sino a quien pretendes ser. Esta es la historia de Maeve una chica introvertida, aislada y que no corre riesgos, desconfiada y que siempre ah sido una persona sensilla, tiene que tomar el lugar de Eider una chica extrovertida, coqueta con una vida de lo mas emocionante, ¿como hara Maeve para convertirse en algo tan diferente a ella?
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