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“«Tuvo decenas de pesadillas con Micah, pero cuando se despertaba de cada una de ellas se maldecía porque no fueran reales, porque era lo más cerca que le vería ahora que solo se podían comunicar con palomas». Pluma y Libro”

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Book:Antología Palomas
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