did not know get out there. There he crouched, hold tight. The shell was not his body, he had learned, could hide too.
A discovery that perhaps changed our lives.
But Martin did not change. Disfigurement.
Only in this way,
met Maggie.
INCIPIT
Martina was many things. A matryoshka. Many shadows that overlapped in time, always up to hide it. But she was lost. He lost, crashed, fell ill, he cared. Or maybe just healed.
When he took his hands on the steering wheel had not yet met Maggie. Not even when he knew he lost it, led by the lack of control that flowed in long days short years.
The shell went through a grain of sand. This
, color pearl, came forward and introduced himself. Martina knew Maggie. He liked
immediately, soon became inseparable friends. Maggie helped Martin to leave the hospital. All broken, dented, in short, what was left of a mini crashed at night, January 4 night against a guardrail. Metal against metal, the sound was deafening, roared into the brain of a small snail with a dew-wet red fire, burning, remained without a shell.
On January 5 he had no choice. Transported to the hospital, operating room, intensive care, in a coma, had to know. The waiting for. On January 5
began the greatest love story ever told, one between a girl of 23 years and the person who had lost hope it can be. That
January 5 Martina knew Maggie.
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