But then it hit me. We are never ever going back. The realization felt like a punch in my stomach, a heaviness in my heart. That once called normality it’s gone. When was the last crowded metal concert I enjoyed stuck between so many people I could barely breathe? Covered in sweat and beer, not… Sigue leyendo The last time
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Lucía Bolívar 