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Those who returned to believe, my friends k
took the pen. Could use the pc. But no. Preferred blood. Holding the ink from the fingers. Serious. There was something inside. I had to write. Have to. After last night. Now. No. In the early morning. IT. He sat on the edge of the bed. With the feeling of drowning. And asked. The kiss that had saved again. But just when. He collapsed.
Now the tears. Endless. Before falling at her. Like when those times. One, when confessed. Inevitable for both. That today. I love you, he said then. And then, the look was the same. Even on those occasions, he embraced every time one of his sons was. And finally. The last thing reactualiza. He put his cane and hugged him as if SHE. That was the look that looks now. While holding the pen. And he knows that too. Today. Should respond with the facts. A fact. And drawn the match. For another to decree with his signature. And for that strange Peronist union. Love and politics. Start the story. Zero and to victory. Almost always.
