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“Me senté y cogí la pluma y estuve un minuto pensando. Recordando. Recordando a un chaval guapo, moreno, de sonrisa inquieta y temperamento caliente. A un chico rudo y cabezota, con un cigarro en la boca y una sonrisa amarga en su cara endurecida. Recordando -y esta vez no me dolió- a un quinceañero tranquilo, con pinta de derrotado, al que le hacía falta un buen corte de pelo y cuyos ojos negros tenían una expresión asustadiza. En una semana los tres habían desaparecido.”

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Book:The Outsiders
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The Outsiders

Exploring the lives of teenagers from different social backgrounds, this novel delves into the complexities of identity, friendship, and the struggle to find a place in the world. more

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Susan E. Hinton

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