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“El deseo de relatar esconde en mí otro deseo: el de sustituir lo real por lo narrado, el de modificar y suplantar lo que sucedió. Se trata de narrar la realidad. Si se tratase de ficción, la ficción no haría falta.”

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Book:Los hechos de Key Biscayne
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