Returning to my notebook to write for a bit, a voice lightly thunders from across the yard. ¿Cuántos días escribirás solo? I’ve only been here for four days & already, someone has noticed my obsession. She walks down the steps of her patio & opens the gate that connects our backyards. Soy Lucia Gomez, ¿y tú quién eres? Soy solamente un hombre con pregun…
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