DANTE©
- LETTURE 165
- Voti 9
- Parti 2
Dante, vivía en los lugares más bajos de Chicago, honestamente su madre era lo único que amaba en la vida, ella sabía hacerlo sentir seguro, amado, confiado, pero luego de unos años ella tuvo un accidente haciendo por culpa del bastardo de mi padre y luego de eso jamás volvió a ser la misma, bebía constantemente y los insultos inundaban el pequeño departamento.
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