QUERIDO NOVIO, (PROXIMAMENTE EX-NOVIO)
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Last published Mon, May 21, 2018
Mi nombre es anna, tengo 17 años,
vivo en nueva york , con mis amigos y novio, tengo una vida increíble o bueno la tenia, hasta que mis padres me dijeron que nos iríamos a vivir a los ángeles, en ese momento sentí que todo el mundo se derrumbaba dentro de mi.
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