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Mi niñero (Elrubius y tu)
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Ongoing, First published Nov 16, 2017
☆P A U S A D A☆
Hola me llamo ___ y tengo 27 mi pelo es de color azul mis ojos son celestes y tengo una gata llamada Aika mi madre es de España y tengo un padrino llamado Javier.
___ empieza su vida en España 
¿Cómo será? ¿A quién le conocerá? 
Muchas preguntas...
P.D: actualizo cuando quiero :D


17/09/18
1ero en "Mangel"
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