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Medicina de amor

Medicina de amor

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Buenas, no soy escritora y esta es mi primera historia decida hacerla porque tengo muchas ideas en la cabeza y quise plasmarlas aquí en este lugar que amo, espero la disfruten Sarah y Bastian tienen en común un tormentoso pasado. Se conocen por un error y su relación al principio era de puro odio pero bien dicen que entre el amor y el odio hay un solo paso y ellos lo viven. Para estos dos que jamás pensaron si quiera hablarse terminan relacionados de una manera no tan peculiar.
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