Every Friday, an entire city forgets who they are. Every Saturday, a girl wakes up with three words on her arm — and no memory of writing them.
Hoy es jueves. Zuleika está en su casa. Está triste.
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Every Friday, an entire city forgets who they are. Every Saturday, a girl wakes up with three words on her arm — and no memory of writing them.
Hoy es jueves. Zuleika está en su casa. Está triste.
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