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Carlos: This really isn't an island.
Lucía: It isn't?
Carlos: It's a giant lid. A floating piece of earth. Like a raft.
Lucía: But it isn't moving.
Carlos: People get dizzy here during high tide. And no one knows why.
Lucía: Except you.
Carlos: I've dived underneath the whole island. It's totally hollow. Thousands of caves, but nothing else. Not a single rock connects it to the sea floor.
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Pepe: [At Lorenzo's birthday party] Well, the baby girl was born in Madrid. But she was conceived on a beach, on an island, a night like tonight, with a stranger from Madrid. It was his birthday. If you write this well, it'll be the story of your life. And my birthday gift to you.
Silvia Llanos
Extended Reading