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I felt voyeur and witness at once. The rooms asked nothing; they offered. They taught me how much of a person is merely setting—the tilt of a curtain, the scar on a lampshade, the list of songs scrawled on a sticky note. In that index, privacy looked porous, accidental as the light that found its way through blinds.

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“Última noche en el Soho” y el problema de una madre muerta
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