—¿A dónde vamos Ivonne? —subió conmigo.—A la cripta familiar —le contesté arrancando, se asustó.—¿Cripta? —repitió poniéndose el cinturón.—Voy a darle material para escribir señor Hyde —manejé sin dejar de ver la carretera.—Ivonne verdaderamente comienza a asustarme.

-Itxamany Bustillo

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