El de cuando formamos una pandilla
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¿Conocéis la serie de televisión Friends?
Por supuesto que la conocéis. Todo el mundo la conoce. Incluidas aquellas personas que no quieren tener nada que ver con ella. En ese grupo estoy yo.
Me llamo Monica y vivo en Nueva York con mi madre y mi hermano Ross. Algunos estaréis confusos ante la incongruencia, pero ya lo entenderéis más adelante.
Como presentación, es suficiente.
Esta no es ninguna serie de televisión, la vida no es una película.
Por tanto, esta es mi historia, la mía y la de mis amigos. Todos vivimos situaciones que nos hacen pensar que la vida es sencilla y otras, en las que sucede justo con contrario. Nuestros últimos años de instituto están por volverse los más locos que hemos vivido en nuestra vida, pero nos gusta ahogar nuestras penas en numerosas tazas de café.
Porque nadie nos avisó de que la vida puede ser de esta manera... pero no importa que no sea nuestro día, semana o mes, siempre vamos a estar ahí.
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