Arianna en el colegio
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Un año más para que todo acabe, o ¿empiece?
Amigos, corazones rotos, travesuras, sonrisas, lagrimas, drogas, alcohol.
Esta es la vida de una adolescente normal de 17 años a punto de graduarse.
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