- She realized that all the songs she'd listened to, all the love songs, that they were only songs
- What's wrong with that?
- Nothing, if you don't believe in them. But she did, you see. She believed in enchanted evenings, and she believed that a small cloud passed overhead and cried down on a flower bed, and she even believed there was breakfast to be had...
- Where?
- On Pluto. The mysterious, icy wastes of Pluto
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Quiero ver esa película, entre muchas otras…pero esa más creo…
Hoy era lunes y me acorde de ti.
No se si los odias tanto que andabas extraña o…ayer me la pase chingón con Ale y la extrañe hoy…
Al rato hablamos y a ver si me acompañas a comprar M E M O R E X …
Si tengo suerte una blusa, aunque no creo, pero podemos ver bikinis, si quieres….ya es lunes y tienes hasta el jueves para conseguir uno lindo.
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