So there I was, standing all distracted, as usual, trying to look not so nervous, thinking if I indeed looked gorgeous or not so much, I guess insecurity from my teen years liked to pop sometimes in my confident grown up self. Suddenly I felt a presence behind me; I smiled, not that he could… Sigue leyendo Waiting
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Lucía Bolívar 