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Continúa, Has publicado ago 19, 2018
Alice Bonnet is a nice and quiet girl. She was not very good at making friends so having to move to a new school in Queens had her worried. Queens is a noisy city with a lot of movement, crime always present but luckily spiderman is there to defend the weak even Alice.
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