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Era el cumpleaños de mi suegra, Mirta, y yo quería que todo saliera perfecto. Tres días enteros estuve planeando la...
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La noche que el padrastro de Marina la echó de la casa, no le permitió ponerse los zapatos. Él aventó...
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Arthur Whitmore had decided. “I’m going to see Mum on Saturday. Three months, probably.” The words landed on the table...
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I drive a cab in Tulsa. Fourteen years now, ever since the oil fields spat me out. You pick people...
— Tu ne comprends vraiment pas ? — J'ai balancé la télécommande sur la table de la cuisine, si fort...