Frases
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Buen día viajera(o), es un gusto encontrarlo(a) por aquí, ¿Como se encuentra?... Hummm ¿Sin palabras, eh? déjeme ayudarle, seguro que se sentirá de alguna forma identificado(a).
¿Quieres apoyar con alguna frase de tu invento? ¿Encontraste una muy buena frase y quieres compartirla? adelante, puedes decirme y obtener crédito, no muerdo.
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