Lúa, techno y lo que queda de él

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You called. I didn't recognize your voice. I can't recall your face. I can't even associate your name with the memories I have. You've become a blurry silhouette. It's not the real you anymore, just a "him": what's left of him." - Lúa thinks, as she looses her mind dancing to the radio's techno.

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