Memorias De Un Psicopata
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Ultima pubblicazione lun, gen 30, 2017
Esta es la historia de el Joven Mateo un Chico extraño de la secundaria "reightel high school" una escuela dentro de el condado de Toronto, Canada.
James siempre fue solitario, sin amigos hasta que llego Mía , una chica muy alegre con muchas aspiraciones a futuro, con una familia muy interesante en el estado de jackson city tan solo tuvo que hablarle un instante a Mateo y su Vida ya habia cambio por completo.
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