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Las calles se teñían oscuras mientras el coche aceleraba sin ningún rumbo. Me planteaba si de verdad esto iba a merecer la pena, y si por fin se había hecho justicia con todo aquello que había pasado, pero ¿habría un buen final para nosotros?
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