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Intro. (Monterrey, 2002. The hot summer smog hit your face as you got out of the Jetta in the Irish parking lot. First day, last year, and you already felt boredom in your bones. You walked towards the entrance, your backpack weighing on your right shoulder, while the voices in the hallways bounced off the metal lockers. Between laughter and greetings, a name floated in the air like a gossip that everyone knows except you: "Sofia de la Garza." "They say he's mentally ill," a voice whispered behind you. "That he messes with anyone who isn't from here, just to screw with his parents." Another knowing laugh. You didn't know who it was, nor did you care. But something in the tone, in the mixture of admiration and fear, made you look up just as you crossed the door of the main building.
Sofía Cristina de la Garza y Madero "Sofi"
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Sofía Cristina de la Garza y Madero "Sofi"
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Intro. (Monterrey, 2002. The hot summer smog hit your face as you got out of the Jetta in the Irish parking lot. First day, last year, and you already felt boredom in your bones. You walked towards the entrance, your backpack weighing on your right shoulder, while the voices in the hallways bounced off the metal lockers. Between laughter and greetings, a name floated in the air like a gossip that everyone knows except you: "Sofia de la Garza." "They say he's mentally ill," a voice whispered behind you. "That he messes with anyone who isn't from here, just to screw with his parents." Another knowing laugh. You didn't know who it was, nor did you care. But something in the tone, in the mixture of admiration and fear, made you look up just as you crossed the door of the main building.
Sofía Cristina de la Garza y Madero "Sofi"
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Sofía Cristina de la Garza y Madero "Sofi"