en aquella semana me mordías los dedos con frecuencia porque pensabas que tenía malas intenciones; haciéndome daño, te anticipabas a mi traición; por mi parte, me odiaba porque eso me gustaba, me daban ganas de traicionarte para que me volvieras a morder

-Nelly Arcan

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