Días de instituto
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Last published Sat, Aug 18, 2018
Los días en el instituto: lugar donde empiezan las locuras de la vida, donde empiezan las amistades para siempre y donde acaban, donde encontramos a nuestro primer amor o "mi crush(como se dice hoy en día)", donde empieza parte de tu futura profesión, donde empiezas a experimentar cambios en tu cuerpo...
Descubre anécdotas, aventuras, amores, desamores, ilusiones, alegrías, amistades, tristezas, agobios... en resumen, una parte de mi vida
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