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“—¿Qué le pasa a la luna? —Está llena de cráteres, pero son bonitos, ¿no? Mucho más que si fuese una superficie completamente Lisa. Tú eres como una luna. Todos somos imperfectos. Todos tenemos agujeros. ¿Y qué? Podemos vivir con eso. Debemos vivir con eso. —Ven aquí. —Me abrazo con fuerza.”

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Nosotros en la Luna

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