Lo lleva escrito en sus ojos.

Lo lleva escrito en sus ojos.

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Una chica inteligente. Una chica irrompible. Eso es lo que la gente piensa de ella. Pero ella no es así. Ya no. Ha perdido la fe. Ha perdido la voluntad. Ha perdido las ganas de ser feliz. Eso dicen, ¿no? Estar 'rota'. Porfavor. ¿Rota? Rota no es ni la mitad de cómo se siente Gaelle.
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