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her father left her.
The one Ricardo tried to use.
It had been rented for years, but the tenant had moved out recently.
Valeria unlocked the door and stepped inside.
Dust floated in the sunlight.
The rooms were empty.
Small.
Quiet.
Hers.
She walked to the window and opened it.
Puebla spread below her, alive and noisy and imperfect.
For a while, she stood there continue reading …
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