short story by Elena Solito
"entered the room was full and she sat on a chair by herself. She had her hair in a bun, a black lace dress that left her discoveries little knees. She had packed her with an old grandmother of tissue recovered the closet. In just a wrist bracelet glittering, bought the balance in a jewelry store. But no one would notice. It was simply chic. You could say only this of you, you could talk about that innate quality, that has nothing to do with wealth, or beauty. It 's something different from this. "
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