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Sally falls in love with Linus. They say there are more ghosts in New Orleans than in all the haunted castles in England. Ghosts of me, ghosts of you. Actually, I take that back. You must have dosed me with something, Isabella Swan.
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Martes, 1 de noviembre de 2011. Notas de dos días. No es que quiera dar pena, pero. did anyone ever stop and think about my situation? I mean, shes on the same damn situation that Ive been through months ago. But I dont feel like anyone has felt for me what they feel for her. I guess its because nobody knew him as much as they know him that its not much. But. its the same! Should I feel angry for this? I dont know. But it definetely feels weird - and, envy! I miss good old days. Not only have I .CONTENT
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Viernes, 4 de septiembre de 2009. Los olores nos marcaban el camino. La mazamorra con leche caliente, el gofio, las tortas de manzanas, los frascos con pulpa de tomate, la conserva de morrones, las uvas maduras de los parrales que crecían por todos lados. De la quinta nos fuimos a jugar a la vereda, con todos los demás niños del barrio y hasta que aprendí a andar en bicicleta mi hermana me llevaba en la parrilla de la bici Graciela roja que le había traído Papa N.