Cara a Cara
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  • Reads 26
  • Votes 3
  • Parts 1
  • Time 8m
Ongoing, First published Jun 12
"Luego Amigos ... ah Luego Nada"

En 1860 en el méxico posterior a la independencia, y en plena guerra de Reforma en puerto Bagdad se libra una contienda de interés y amistad...

".., ' Y si .....
                        realmente .....
no conozco ....
                      a la gente que me...

 rodea.  .."Exclama Honorio con un destello de preocupación , mientras está redactando en su anecdotario en un oasis de tranquilidad que le brinda el puerto , en ese lapso ve que abarca un barco cliper de suministros proveniente de Yucatán 

"Asta que llegas" oigo una voz ajena gritarla a la tripulación y en especial a un chico.

Con un joven que a sus ojos es muy único y diferente a todos los que a visto pasar.

Cómo se llamará el?.. libera Honorio entre sus labios mientras lo observa detenidamente y el contrario levanta la mano desde lo lejos saludandolo

                Serie histórico-ficticia

"Hola soy el creador dirás tienes nombre de chica pero es en honor a una amiga de esta plataforma que acordamos abandonarla la misma fecha ya no estoy en 2do de secundaria estoy en 3 de prepatoria y decide retomar esta cuenta
pero con un fin más maduro y de historias que si valgan la pena tengan en cuenta que no soy ni profesional haci que porfavor de no ser destructivo en todo caso algo más constructivo me harían un favor :) también si tienen alguna queja o sugerencia porfavor de avisarme y de darme una estrellita si les gusta o complace mi historia la verdad que le tengo muchas expectativas se basa en el año de 1860 en México en el estado de Tamaulipas en el puerto de Bagdad en plena guerra de reforma este libro a si que espero que lo apoyen (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤(⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡.
También amo mucho si comentan para interactuar con ustedes 🥐 ❤️"

Titulo inspirado en la canción de Dulce "Cara a Cara".
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