alcoholica y drogadicta
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ella a sufrido una ruptura amorosa muy grave dejandola en depresion quizas suene muy dramatico pero ella se vuelve una sicopata teniendo fotos de francisco por todos lados encerrandose en la pieza sin comer beber alcohol y drogandose .
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