Ella era como su propio error. Se sentía extraña y preciosa, tan voluptuosamente dubitativa y extraña como si hoy fuese el día de mañana. Y no sabia corregirse, dejaba que cada mañana su error renaciese por un impulso que se equilibraba con una fatalidad imponderable.
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Bella. Te extraño.
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