Saltando al abismo.

Saltando al abismo.

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América es una chica de 19 años, extrovertida, de carácter, impulsiva y leal. No cree en el amor sencillamente porque nunca lo vivió, pero todo cambia la noche del 31 de diciembre, descubre con la llegada de un nuevo año que solo estaba dormida, y tal vez, solo tal vez empieza a creer en el amor. -¿Me tiraste un hielo?- dijo él con una mezcla de incredibilidad y diversión. Anímate a descubrir como empieza esta historia con ¿Final feliz? Tiene que ser, porque todas las historias lo tienen ¿No?
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