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Friday, February 03, 2006
y acá una tarde se acostó mi tía l., “para saber qué se sentía”. la vieja se les había escapado y la fueron a buscar, sabían bien dónde estaba. cuando la encontró (en el nicho apenas le asomaban las zapatillitas), mi prima s. casi se desmaya.
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