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Àngels doesn’t mind dying alone, nor before her time. She doesn’t care if she’s run over or shoots herself. Angels is ready to get out of here. But she will only leave knowing that something in her is true, that some part of her life has been lived authentically. A corner in the shadows; an actress in decline; a stranger; a shameful poet. It’s raining outside. Or so it seems.