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My life was an unending, unchanging midnight. It must, by necessity, always be midnight for me. So how was it possible that the sun was rising now, in the middle of my midnight?
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Amor fuera de lugar
T/N está cansada de llevar una vida monótona y nada interesante en Seúl. Se mudó de México hace 6 meses y sus...