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“(...) lo más difícil fue el tener tanto para decir. El haber combinado palabras y frases justo en el orden que quería para luego darme cuenta de que, sin importar cuán seguro estuviera de que esos discursos te traerían de vuelta, no tenía cómo hacer que los oyeras. Estabas en todas partes y a la vez en ninguna.”

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