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Seijun se levantó, se alzó hacía ella para levantar su pierna. No dudó en pisarle el muñón, no dudó en intentar patear esa herida carne de la mujer, la misma que había sanado en su momento. «...No vuelvas a hablar de la realidad virtual ¿sabes? ¿lo entiendes? Hablo de verdad, piojo.» Por primera vez, no sonó ligeramente alegre como siempre, sino con un sesgo de extraña indiferencia que no se comparaba con lo que decía.
