La oscuridad de Catrine
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MatureOngoing24m
Last published Thu, Dec 31, 2015
Trastorno de inestabilidad emocional, bipolaridad, impulsos autolesionantes, dificultad para controlar la ira, malas relaciones y humor, histérica, falsa, manipuladora y con un gran historial de actos destructivos.
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¡¡AVISO!! Esta novela tiene lenguaje y contenido inapropiado para personas sensibles emocionalmente y no es apta para -14 años.
Para todos los demás, bienvenidos al mundo oscuro de Catrine.
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