❝𝐕𝐨𝐬, 𝐘𝐨 𝐲 𝐓𝐮 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨❞ [Stendy One-Shot]

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Vos, yo y tu perro
Cuantas veces lo sacamos a pasear y en ninguna de ellas soltaste la correa
Vos, yo y tu perro, ¿hace cuanto fue que la rutina era ella?
Yo y tu perro, ¿había diferencia a tus ojos?All Rights Reserved

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