Mira hasta que el rojo tiña las hojas, con un hilo cose los mundos y las cosas. Cuidado si tu viaje no termina: teme que el sol salga en la colina.
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Mira hasta que el rojo tiña las hojas, con un hilo cose los mundos y las cosas. Cuidado si tu viaje no termina: teme que el sol salga en la colina.
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No nacemos siempre en el mundo adecuado, ¿no crees?
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La única forma de salir es a través.
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He wrapped his arms around me, and the last burning ember of ice in me melted to nothing.
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Cuando se termina una historia,empieza otra vez.Hasta que yo dejo de contarla.
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I got it - life was a big thing to live without a map.
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Most books' power is in the abstract, but occasionally you'll find one with very physical abilities.
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It was good walking side by side with him, looking straight ahead. There was a strange new heat that ran through me like electricity every time our eyes met. Like our conversation the night before had tapped some hidden well of light in him, and now he was too bright to look at.
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Hell is caring about other people.
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He said my name like a person putting something precious down on a bed or moss.
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¿Qué criaturas mágicas podemos encontrar en Gringotts, el banco de magos?