NOVERCA I love you mommy....
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Los golpes, el maltrato psicologico y fisico, la lejania de sus amigos, entre otros factores mas orillaron a Melissa a hacer lo que hizo...
¿Que harias tu en esa situacion?
¿Harìas lo mismo?
hola, esta es mi primera historia que me atrevo a escribir...yeyyy! leanla plox, la vida de esta chica merece ser leida...gracias.
los nombres fueron cambiados para proteger las identidades de los personajes. diganme que les parece con sus comentarios, no sean tan crueles porfavor
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