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"A very difficult start to life," I pointed out in a rhythmic way, as if I were really a person prepared to deal with other people's traumas. I was from head to toe full of trauma, but nothing came close to that. “We met recently. I used a kind of demonic radar to find out where my book had gone, and coincidentally, I got to your father's door. I mean, even the window, because I had to invade.

"Is he dead? "She asked.

And I noticed the hope in his tone of voice, the hatred sealed by years of religious belief. And, looking right into her eyes, I ended up realizing the complexity of the facts. She hated me because unlike her miserable life, I was abandoned and found by women, I would never go through the same as her. Not in his first ten years of life. She hated me because I was so lucky that she didn't have. That many other girls didn't have.

I could almost feel bad for having planned your murder for so long. Because, if you were to put on paper, some lashes on the back that were stron