Title: Opcional

Text: I barely even looked where I was walking, focusing just enough to stop myself tripping up the stairs. Behind me, from the yard, I could hear people calling out a name, my name, telling me to wait, but I wasn't listening. The pain in my head was too much to bear, the nectar and voice like artillery shells pounding seven shades out of each other in the battlefield of my brain. Cada párrafo será una prueba.

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