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“Es cierto que en todo amor existe un componente demencial, le dice al otro, pero lo que ahora siente responde a una lógica. Toda su vida soñó con que alguna vez una historia amorosa le sucedería y, a partir de este suceso, su existencia pegaría un vuelo frenético.”

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El oficinista

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