Sorelle di sangue

Sorelle di sangue

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Last published Sun, Oct 28, 2018

Era una giovane fanciulla senza malizia ,con la faccia ingenua aveva i capelli rosso rame ricci abitava in un quartiere il più lussuoso ,aveva dei genitori adottivi che le dimostrava il loro affetto materiale, ma non riceveva amore dai suoi .Lei aveva sorella minore che veniva sempre con lei ,erano inseparabili. Si chiamavano Sharon e brittany amavano divertirsi .Un giorno fecero un viaggio andarono in viaggio a Barcellona si affittarono una stanza a 3 stelle ,li conobbero delle compagnie che lo portarono allo sbaraglio riusciranno a ritrovarsi?

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