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— Si. Porque siento apego y odio el maldito apego. Pensaba que estaba maldita, pero no, yo soy la maldición para los que me rodean. — agarra su cigarro y ella misma se lo apaga en su muñón, guardandolo así apagado a la mitad en una cajita de metal. — Ahora que se lo que soy, no quiero joder tu negocio, tus clientes, todo. —
