un laberinto sin fin.

un laberinto sin fin.

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Last published Wed, Apr 3, 2019

2008 adolescentes airbag argentina crismorena

(2008) hola me llamo Marizza fernandez tengo 15 años recien cumplidos.. mi familia dentro de todo es normal, nos amamos y creo que eso es lo que cuenta, tengo a mis dos papas llamados Mariela y Jose son mi cable a tierra, y mis dos hermanos: lucas de 17 y paris de 13 años.. digamos que soy la que mas sufre. Mis dos mejores amigos llamados luna y joaquin que son los que comparten mis locuras, cosa que me encanta es el rap y el rock soy una loca por ello, amo a cris morena, sus series son maravillosas y un día sueño con ser parte de ellas, una banda que me fascina es airbag son maravillosos. mi aspecto no se como definirlo la verdad, cambio por si sola pero aqui va mi resumen: -mido 1,58 -soy castaña de pelo corto y puntas azules -soy delgada y mi color de piel es blanca. -y amo a los perrooooos ah eso no. espero que se sumen a esta aventura amigos!

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