Mi segundo primer amor
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Last published Fri, Nov 18, 2016
Una chica que se llama Jimena encuentra otra oportunidad de amar encuentra a su primer segundo amor después de estar tanto en una relación con un chavo que la abusaba física y emotionalmente. El no la respecta, le pegaba, humillaba, trataba mal, y termino engañándola con alguien más. Ella pensaba que no encontraría el amor a primera vista pero termino enamorando otra vez aún que tuvo un poco de problema en confiándole con su corazón.
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