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“—Voy a alargar esto todo lo que pueda, Becca, y cuando hayamos acabado comenzaré de nuevo. Y así hasta que amanezca porque ya será mañana y no tendrás que preguntarme qué va a ocurrir con nosotros. Esta noche serán todos los días y todas las noches a partir de ahora.”

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Book:Antes de que decidas dejarme
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