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― cht..― ella empezó a sacar el humo lentamente por la boca y su sonrisa se alargó, quitando el vendaje de su muñón sintiendo el dolor irse un rato, tambien se quitó el parche del ojo para dejar ver aquel hueco de carne roja y viva. Incluso sus manos dejaban de temblar tanto. ― ¿Y si hacemos un bar pero con realidad virtual? que nos paguen por usar esos aparatejos? ― le dio otra calada y llevó su mano a su pierna fantasma y como un impulso buscó como si pudiera tocarla, obviamente no habia nada.
