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“Uno de los motivos porque quiero tanto a este perro es por sus ojos. Desde que estoy enfermo la gente me mira de distintas maneras. En los ojos de algunos veo temor, en los de otros intolerancia. En los de la abuela veo lástima. En los de papá enojo y vergüenza. En los de mamá miedo y reproche. En tus ojos curiosidad y misterio, a menos que creas que mi enfermedad no tiene nada que ver con que estemos juntos en este momento. Los únicos ojos que me miran igual, en los únicos ojos que me veo como soy, no importa si estoy sano o enfermo, es en los ojos de mi perro. En los ojos de Sacha.”

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Los ojos del perro siberiano

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