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“—Mi diario se ha convertido en una de mis posesiones más preciadas y está llenísimo; guardo en él no solo lo que siento, también tickets de comida, entradas a museos, hojas secas de árboles de cada ciudad y sobres de azúcar vacíos. Me planteo qué pensaré sobre mí, sobre esta chica que soy ahora, cuando quizá lo lea dentro de diez, veinte o cuarenta años. Y me gusta la idea de plasmarme en las páginas para poder volver a esta versión de Grace siendo otra. Comprendo que madurar no es saber de pronto a qué quieres dedicarte el resto de tu vida ni que te concedan una hipoteca para comprarte un apartamento. Madurar es dejar de vivir hacia fuera y empezar a vivir hacia dentro. Cuando te das cuenta de que eres un ser humano irrepetible y adquieres una conciencia profunda de tu propia existencia.”

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