¡Adelante! 😉
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Last published Wed, Dec 27, 2017
En esta historia simplemente te contare mi vida, ni mas ni menos, no hay vampiros, ni hombres lobo, (ya quisieras chama) solo es la historia de la vida de una adolescente en un pueblo. Tal vez en algun futuro añada ciertos personajes ficticios.
Aclaro, soy nueva en esto de compartir mis historias, solo sera un hobby. Sin mas que decir comencemos..
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