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He was solving the problems for a girl who no longer existed, in a time that had already ended. He was grading his own loneliness. Each correct answer was a memory of helping her with her homework, the smell of her strawberry-scented shampoo, the weight of her head on his shoulder when she got too tired. repaso 2 primaria santillana pdf

He typed: Eras tú. Y ahora no sé quién soy sin las preguntas de tu tarea. It was you. And now I don't know who I am without your homework questions. His hands, maps of a long life etched

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