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—Why do I cry on a Sunday morning after Saturday night was such a wonderful night?
 
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C1577429 · 26-30, F
Y en medio de un suspiro, le estiró la cajetilla pesadamente.

—Be my guest.— dijo a secas, con la voz algo rota, sin mirarle.
 
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