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“—¿Y de qué estás escapando? —pregunté. Se mantuvo impasible por unos segundos y pensé que quizás no me había escuchado. Me tomó un rato darme cuenta que la pregunta la había sumergido en pensamiento. —Estoy tratando de seguir adelante.”

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