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“La señorita Worthington no encontraría su épico final en el frío beso de un puñal, al pie de un acantilado o a manos de un bandolero cabreado. No. Moriría arrollada por un gorrino de la sierra, con los pololos a la altura de los tobillos.”

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Book:La Dama y el Bandolero
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