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I hear lots of things at night.
My blanket. My stomach. The wind.
One time I heard a cookie calling my name. Turned out it was just... me. Calling the cookie.
De noche oigo muchas cosas.
Mi manta. Mi estómago. El viento.
Una vez oí a una galleta llamándome por mi nombre. Resultó ser... yo. Llamando a la galleta.