ALMOST PERFECT
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Last published Fri, Jul 7, 2017
Alida (mas conocida como Ali) es una chica que se esfuerza por ser perfecta dentro de lo que dice la sociedad, ser delgada, lucir pulcra y hermosa, ser respetuosa, tener unas nalgas grandes, apoyar a su novio, no insultar inapropiadamente, no decir malas palabras y no gritar, y casi siempre lo logra. Pero que pasa cuando llega un chico que la saca de sus casillas debido a lo grosero que es....
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