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Two years later, I found Maria "NUTELA" Salazar online. Same eyes, same humor, but different. Nutela was gone.
We met at a café. Maria was confident, poised—like someone who had seen things I couldn’t understand. As we talked, I felt like I was speaking to a stranger who knew everything about me.
Then she leaned in. “You ever feel like you’re not the same person you were two years ago?”
I nodded.
She smiled. “No, I mean… literally.”
For a moment, her eyes flickered with something ancient. Something that wasn’t Nutela.
And suddenly, I wasn’t sure who I was really talking to.