galleta a medio morder

galleta a medio morder

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El amor es como una receta de pastelería hasta que encuentras todos los ingredientes y el justo toque mágico de la azúcar y la chispa de chocolate . Nada tiene las medidas exactas; ser perfectxs no existe todxs tenemos nuestros toques AMARGOS... y ese el condimento que mejor nos destaca en la atracción. Sobre la autora de este intento de "novela" -8más deseo llamarlo la vida adulta es una mierda, no caigas en depresión, ni escuches a Billie Elish porque nada puede formar tu personalidad ... jjmm solo tus experiencias te matan o te ayudan a crecer) la verdad no se nada tengo 23 años y solo se que mi drama no te identifica.
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