...Como i Cuando?
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Ongoing5m
Last published Tue, Mar 9, 2021
era un hombre de 70-80 años
me dijo -gracias- pero yo no entendi me parecia conocerlo de algun lado
pero en ese mismo instante me cayo la ficha era el hombre que se cayo i se rompio la cabesa
ese mismo hombre que yo tenia en mis bracos
ese mismo hombre que se murio en mis bracos
cuando recorde rompi a llorar i me pregunte como?
si el ya murio...
SI QUIERES SEBER MAS ENTRA I LEELO!
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