EL BALCÓN.
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- Parts 5
MatureOngoing19m
Last published Tue, Jan 2, 2018
Podía sentir el frió que se sentía aquella noche, en verdad sentía que me miraba desde el balcón, sentía que quería clavar su mirada helada muy dentro de mi, pero había algo y era que no sentía miedo... solo frió, mucho frió!
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