Anoche en las trincheras.
- LECTURAS 28
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- Partes 2
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Última publicación jue, dic 26, 2019
Un inesperado regalo de cumpleaños llevará de la mano a Carolina en lo que fue considerada la peor guerra en la historia, contándonos como en la guerra no solo se admite el odio si no que también es valido el amor...
[Esta historia es una colaboración con un amigo ^^, esta historia es completamente nuestra :)]
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