Calíope Eileen
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Last published Mon, Sep 11, 2017
¿Me acusaron de ser diferente me miraron señalaron con un bicho raro y me preguntaron de q mundo eres? De dónde vienes los mire estaban locos no tenía la menor idea de q hablaban yo estaba aturdida, apenas y podía escuchar lo que hablaban intente levantarme e inmediatamente todos se pusieron alerta .........................
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