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Un viaje por la muerte
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Ongoing, First published Jan 28, 2020
¿Realmente puedo soportar esto?-me dije a mi mismo sentado en aquella azotea.
No sé porque, pero en ese momento me resulto más fácil saltar al abismo que dar media vuelta y llamar un taxi, lo que no imagine es que mi viaje por la muerte sería mucho más difícil que el que hice en vida
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