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“En el campo… En el campo… Me encantaba el campo. Quería estar lejos de las ciudades, lejos de la excitación. Sólo me apetecía tumbarme de espaldas bajo un árbol y leer un libro o dibujar, y dejar de preocuparme porque me asaltaran, dejar de llevar una faca o terminar casado con alguna fulana como una cabra. Así debía de ser el campo, pensé ensoñadoramente.”

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The Outsiders

Exploring the lives of teenagers from different social backgrounds, this novel delves into the complexities of identity, friendship, and the struggle to find a place in the world. more

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