Desde el Otro Lado

Desde el Otro Lado

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«¿Crees que la muerte es la última barrera del alma? Yo no estaría tan segura. Hay actos, objetos o sentimientos que llevan nuestras almas a encontrar la paz. Pero... Creo que mi paz estuvo con él. Siempre fue así o así lo quiso siempre el destino. Dime, ¿Crees en las almas gemelas y de que todos estamos destinados a encontrar el verdadero amor en vida? ¿Que pasa si te digo que yo lo encontré después de la muerte? Me llamo Verónica y soy la voz que te narrará esta historia "Desde el Otro Lado"»
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