Nuestro Último Baile
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Un baile.
Un chico y una chica.
Un solo sentimiento.
Ninguno de los dos tiene el valor para decir lo que sienten el uno por el otro.
¿Qué sucederá esa noche? ¿Dirán lo que sienten? ¿Serán felices?
Vamos a descubrirlo.
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