APROBADA POR LOS PELOS | En Proceso

APROBADA POR LOS PELOS | En Proceso

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Last published Sun, Dec 8, 2019

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Brittany es una estudiante de secundaria, la cuál tiene una vida más que perfecta, tiene dinero, no trabaja ni tampoco estudia, pero aún sin estudiar aprueba, y con buenas notas, además. Brittany aprueba siempre por los pelos, pero con esto no me refiero a estar al borde del aprobado y del suspenso a la vez, o sea, el cinco, no, me refiero a otra cosa. El misterio, es, ¿cómo aprueba Brittany?

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