La Chica Líquida, que es una persona que parece no tener fin en cuanto a capacidad de ser interesante, convoca una fiesta para la gente del máster, y le pone esta descripción:
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way- in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.
(Charles Dickens, Tale of two cities)
Y qué cantidad de verdades como puños.
Saturday night (lirirarará)
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En medio de la fiesta, inicio de un larguísimo atardecer, se me acerca una
chica a la que no conozco de nada y me dice: "Eres muy simpático, me caes
muy...
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