Glasgow Smile
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Concluida mié, jun 26, 2019<5 mins
"El chico de la sonrisa de Glasgow no es un sueño, ni una pesadilla...Solo busca sus recuerdos y aquella persona especial, pues solo ellos podrian borrar aquellas heridas que lo hacian enloquecer"
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