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“La vista era preciosa, se veía gran parte de Nueva York, a muchas personas, como algunas iban corriendo y con muchas prisas y otras que iban más relajadas. Se veían parques, algunas casas... Una vista preciosa de Nueva York.”

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Book:Intentando Olvidarla.
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