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Me enamoré de Jesús [Cristiana]
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Ongoing, First published Aug 15, 2019
Alguna vez te haz enamorado?...
Haz conocido verdaderamente el amor?

Ese amor que todo lo sufre, todo lo perdona, un amor incondicional que va más allá del entendimiento y de las razones...

Pues ese amor, es el que cambia la vida de una joven a sus 15 años.

La vida de Stephanie da un giro de 360 grado al encontrarse con ese amor, o mejor dicho cuando se da cuenta que su príncipe azul la ha estado esperando todo este tiempo.
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