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“¿Quien sabe? Quizas ellos tengan razón. Quizas estamos siendo manejados como locos por nuestros sentimientos. Quizas el amor es una enfermedad y estaríamos mejor sin ella. Pero nosotros elegimos una ruta diferente. Y al final, ese es el punto de escapar de la cura: Somos libres para elegir. Somos incluso libres para elegir algo horrible.”

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Book:Requiem
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Requiem

In this deeply moving narrative, the protagonist grapples with profound personal tragedy, seeking solace and healing through a journey of introspection and transformation. more

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Lauren Oliver
Lauren Oliver

Lauren Oliver, born in 1982, is an accomplished American author known for her profound emotional depth and imaginative storytelling. Her works have garnered widespread acclaim and have resonated with readers around the world. more

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